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Dear Readers, Attached to this Christmas story is one of those "what I did this year" notes that folks like to enclose in their Christmas card. Here it is. In 2018, I decided to publish some of my stories online to Amazon and make them Kindle novels. If you read "The Wildcats" that I posted here on Fictionmania in 2017, you'll now find a more substantial, newer version, three, in fact, now titled Wildcats - a Rock 'n' Roll Odyssey. It's a simple coming-of-age story about a high school senior and his cross-dressing adventures playing with an all woman rock band. Another novella that I posted here early in 2018 was titled "Nanites" I reworked that into a novel titled, Copy. Cure. The story is about microscopic nanotechnology released inside a human body it was never programed for. What would it be like to be a forty-eight-year-old man turned into a beautiful twenty-five-year-old woman? Finally, I just finished another novel about a character I really enjoyed from Wildcats. It's called, Jessica Jade - Metamorphosis. Jessica Jade is my transgender super hero ! There are a lot of free chapters to read. Merry Christmas, Leslie All these titles are found here: https://www.amazon.com/s/ref=dp_byline_sr_ebooks_1?ie=UTF8&text=Leslie +Moore&search-alias=digital-text&field- author=Leslie+Moore&sort=relevancerank ...................................................................... Angels, A Christmas Story in Three Acts ACT ONE Scene One - The Hammer and the Nail, Greenwich Village, NY Sam "Jordan, Is this one of your special plans? Are these two people strangers?" Jordan "Sam, I know them both well. They just don't know each other yet." Sam "Humbug! You and your good deeds." Jordan "But, Sam. This is what angels do!" Sam "Jordan, I don't know how you do it. Humans move so slowly." Jordan "Watch Sam. The magic starts when we bring them together." Scene Two - Uptown Manhattan, NY William's meeting with the owners of the mid-town Manhattan high rise ran longer than expected and left him feeling hollow. Signing the exclusive rights to sell the whole building one condo at a time, should have made him feel joyous. William hoped he'd feel better tonight. He was looking forward to celebrating over a drink with his old friend down in Greenwich Village. It was a typical New York City December evening, raining, cold, and windy. With rush hour beginning, William knew to get a cab all the way to the Village was going to be a chore. A drink with Jordan was an invigorating breath of fresh air. While the rest of his buddies had gone on to get married and divorced, Jordan remained their Peter Pan. He never seemed to grow up or even age. Sharing an apartment after college had been one of the best times of William's life. He stepped out from the canopied entrance of the office building so the taxis on Fifth Avenue could see his outstretched arm. As he did, he felt the presence of another person. He turned and was surprised to see a beautiful woman hailing her own cab. Even with her hood partially covering her hair and the long coat hiding her figure, he would see her pale white skin and gorgeous face smiling through the dismal gray of the street lights. As a cab pulled over, William opened the door for her. "Here, you take this one, and I'll catch the next." She turned and smiled at him. "I'm headed down to the Village. If you're going that way, we can share." They both sat in the back seat and each of them politely moved their wet umbrellas away from their dry clothes. William looked at the old fashion Christmas angel hanging from the safety divider between the front and back seats. The angel was looking directly at the two of them. For some reason, William felt a feeling of joy overtake him. He smiled at the beautiful woman sitting next to him. He motioned for her to tell the cabbie her destination. "The Hammer and The Nail. Sixth Avenue and Eighth Street." William laughed. The world was full of small coincidences. "I'm headed to the same place." He turned to his companion and held out his hand. "I'm William. I'm meeting a friend at the Nail for drinks." She threw back the hood of her coat, revealing more of her dark wavy hair and gorgeous face. "I'm Allison and I work at the Nail. My shift starts at six. What's your friend's name? If he's a regular, maybe I know him." William laughed. "Jordan? Oh, he's a regular. I think he has his own table." Allison laughed and looked at him carefully. "I do know Jordan. He holds court there regularly." She looked him over carefully. "Are you a lover?" William blushed. "No. Just good friends. We shared an apartment after college." Allison nodded. "Then you're going out partying with Jordan tonight?" William laughed. "So many questions. How about if I get one in?" Allison smiled and shrugged. "Of course. It's a long ride in this traffic." William loved looking at her. He could feel his pulse race. "How about you? Do you work at the Nail full time?" "No. I just finished my daytime job. I'm an IT for Bank of America. That's my building you were standing in front of earlier. You?" "Real estate. I came into the city to close a deal. I'm a Jersey boy. I'm taking the train home after drinks." Jillian smiled at his response. "Real estate. I'm envious. I just signed up for a course to get my real estate license." She turned her head away and stared again at the ornament. As she looked, she felt a feeling of contentment overcome her. She looked at William and had a desire to talk more. Still staring at the ornament, Allison spoke to him. "Helping people find their dream home must be very satisfying." William watched her study the ornament, but he didn't want to interrupt. Allison could talk as much as she wanted. He loved staring at her. She was so beautiful. Allison turned to William and frowned. "I was never very good at socializing when I was young. I always felt out of place and thought I'd end up living alone in a cave. But tending bar has changed my perspective. I'd think I'd be good at selling." She smiled. Allison was one of the most gorgeous women he'd ever met, and he instantly wanted to be her cheerleader. "You'd be terrific. Statistics show that attractive people make great salespersons. You'd certainly have the edge over a guy like me." Allison frowned. "Now, William. I think you're quite handsome." William took a deep breath. Wow, he thought. A bewitching woman telling him that he's handsome. "Allison, you have made my day. I can go home now and die." He held his hands over his heart. Allison laughed and playfully punched him on the arm. "Oh, C'mon, William. I'll bet the women line up to be with a guy like you." William looked surprised. "How'd you know I'm not married?" She smiled and raised an eyebrow. "William, I'm a bartender. I see the details. No ring, no checking in with your honey. Having drinks with Jordan instead of running home to wifey." William shook his head. "Touch?. Unfortunately, my dating history is woeful. My dream woman just doesn't seem to be out there." Allison smiled. "You have a fantasy of the perfect woman?" William found himself staring at the angel ornament again. It was beautiful and so out of place in the New York City cab. He thought of the angel's beauty, then thought of his perfect woman. William turned back to Allison. "I do. But, I don't want to bore you. Tell me about your life first. How did a computer geek end up working in a bar?" Allison's smile lit up her face. "That's an excellent question. When I came up to New York, I had the bank job offer and one friend from home named Sally. "I discovered The Hammer and The Nail, and was there a lot. The owners made me feel very welcomed. "Eventually, the owners of the Nail offered me a job. They were my first friends and provided me with a second home." "Are you and Sally lovers?" Allison frowned and shook her head slowly. "No. I'm not gay. Life would be so much simpler if I was. But, I'm the oddball that still has no social life and doesn't date." "You don't date? Why's that?" "Anyone who dates me would be filled with disappointment. I'm not your everyday kind of girl." "That doesn't sound exciting." Allison nodded. "My life is very routine. I keep keeping computers running for a big bank. And I work in a gay bar at night. That's pretty much it. Someday if things pick up, I might get a cat." William faked sadness. "Oh!. No cat, please. I'm allergic to cats." Allison smiled. "I'll make a note of that. Now tell me about your vision." William thought for a minute and found himself staring at the angel again. Every time he looked at the ornament, he felt compelled to talk sincerely to this beautiful woman. "Do you believe in love at first sight?" Allison smiled. "I've had some mad crushes but never just jumped in over my head. I'm cautious. I've been rejected and hurt many times." William shook his head and smiled. "Well, Allison, I can't believe that anyone would hurt or rebuff you. You seem too sweet. "But, I believe I'll know the woman the instant I see her. And it will be kismet, a mutual love that burns forever. It will be someone I want to give my heart to and spend my life making happy." As William talked, Allison stared at the ornament right in front of her. She felt a wonderful warmth growing inside. "Oh wow. You're a real romantic." William shook his head from side to side. "I've been teased by everyone I've told this to." Allison hugged his forearm. "Oh, I wouldn't tease you. I think that it's a beautiful notion. I think your woman is going to be the luckiest person in the world." William was looking straight into her eyes. He was mesmerized by her creamy skin, deep blue eyes, and crimson lips. She was possibly the most alluring woman he had ever seen. William had to shake himself back to earth. "My friends accuse me of being old fashion and living in the past." Allison squeezed his arm. "Oh, no, William. You're one in a million." She realized she had grabbed his arm. She took a deep breath. As they rode together in silence, William found himself looking at the angel ornament again. Out of the corner of his eye, he realized that Allison was looking at it, too. Allison spoke, still staring at the angel. "It's a reproduction of an Italian sculpture. Back in the seventeenth-century artists working in small factories made the ornaments out of porcelain, cloth, and gold leaf." Still staring at the angel, Allison spoke. "What's New Jersey like, William?" He thought for a minute. "I like it. Where I live, the back roads lead out into the country. It can be really very charming." She caught his eye and smiled. "Sounds wonderful." As their taxi pulled over and came to a stop, Allison smiled. "Look at that. Here we are, and the rain's ended. Well, enjoy your evening with Jordan. He's quite entertaining." "Thank you, Allison. It's been my pleasure riding with you. And now that I know where you work, maybe we could go out sometime." Allison sighed. "That's a lovely offer, but I just don't date. Over the years I've found that friendships are much better for me than relationships." William found himself staring at the angel ornament as he paid the driver. He turned and looked at Allison. "You know, I think a friendship with you would be a wonderful thing." Allison smiled. "Thank you, William. I hope you and Jordan have a fun evening." She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. As they exited the cab, he watched her walk into the bar, across to the back, and through a door. She smiled and greeted everyone with a touch or a kiss. Apparently, she was in her element. William saw Jordan standing at the bar next to another very handsome man. Upon seeing William, Jordan turned to his friend. He touched the man's arm and whispered in his ear. Looking straight at William with arms outstretched, he said "Hey, buddy. Merry Christmas." And with that, their evening started. ACT TWO Scene One - The Hammer and the Nail, Greenwich Village, NY Sam "It didn't work, Jordan" Jordan "Patience, Sam. Patience" Scene Two - New York University, East Side, NY William's first day of class was a welcomed change from his own business. Teaching helped him forget the mundane routines that buried him under piles of minutiae. At 6:30 pm, William flipped on the lights in his Manhattan Community College classroom, opened the official folder, and pulled his class list out. In his head, he heard himself saying welcome to Real Estate Licensing. Over the next four weeks, you'll learn all the information, legal ramifications, and necessities to earn your license. What William would never say is real estate is a dead end job that pays little and drives you crazy. After years of hard work, you have nothing to show except a few extra pounds, high blood pressure, and days of constant worry. William sat in the lounge across from his classroom watching for his new students. The lounge was decorated for Christmas with a tree covered with ornaments. There were lights and greens around the fireplace. It looked quite nice. William stared at the tree and the decorations. He fixated on the angel at the top of the tree. It almost seemed like she was smiling down on him. He smiled as he held his class list, took a deep breath, and relaxed. The usual students were filing into his classroom. The dreamers, hoping for something better in life. And the romantics who thought that selling real estate was as exciting as a TV show. As another person exited the elevator, William realized he been hypnotized staring at that old fashion angel perched on the tree top. At that moment William's evening took an upswing. He watched a woman walk up to his classroom door. He smiled as she checked her paper and found the room number on the door. Oh, he thought. Please, please, please go in my classroom. Please make my December class the best ever. Please be my student because you are the woman of my dreams. When the tall brunette with the high ponytail, the skinny jeans, and blazer chose his room, William felt like he'd won the lottery. He was euphoric just seeing Allison Cook again, the beautiful woman from his taxi ride. William rose and stared at the angel at the top of the tree. He sucked up his gut and promised he'd start doing push-ups and sit-ups tomorrow morning. He used chalk to write William Bennett-Real Estate Licensing. He wrote the website address for all the necessary references. He smiled and scanned the crowd counting the eleven bodies that had chosen seats around the room. "Good evening. Happy Thanksgiving, and Season's Greetings. I'm Will Bennett and I'm here to help you pass the tri-state real estate licensing tests. The class starts at seven and ends at nine every Tuesday night." He pointed to the web address on the board. "The site contains the syllabus, the readings, and some sample tests that the states have used in the past. The class is not graded. I'll be here each week talking about different aspects of real estate and the tests. The topics are in the syllabus." He sat on his desk. "Let's start by getting to know one another." He nodded to the gentleman who had chosen the far left seat. "Please tell us something about yourself, Mr. James and include what you want to do with your license in the new year." William had purposely started as far away from Allison Cook as possible. He wanted to savor the anticipation. He tried to pay attention to each person as they talked about bettering their lives, having more job autonomy, more pay, or the freedom of working for themselves. He didn't want to disillusion them by saying that selling was work and you needed about three years of failures before you found your rhythm and success. Finally, Allison Cook spoke. Her voice was melodious and cultured. He had a chance to really study her now. She looked more dazzling sitting there than she had in the taxi. Her smile sparkled. He was totally mesmerized by everything she said and did. William had no doubt that she would be a top-notch saleswoman. Who wouldn't be hypnotized by her appealing mouth, enticing smile, dark wavy hair, and deep blue eyes? William began his first evening's talk with a quick summary of his topics and why he was teaching them. Then he talked about what they could expect to find on the Pennsylvania, New York, and New Jersey licensing exams. He ended a few minutes early by thanking everyone for coming. William said he'd look forward to seeing the brave souls who returned next Tuesday. The whole time he was talking he was trying to figure out how to invite Miss Allison Cook out for coffee. He was trying to work out what he'd say. As he was gathering up his papers, William looked up. She was standing there right in front of him. He was speechless. She smiled a silly grin. "Hi. Remember me from our taxi ride to the Nail? I just wanted to know if you wanted to go out and get a cup of coffee." William was bowled over. "Well, sure. I'd love to." William was glowing inside. This forward sort of behavior warmed his heart. He adored women who liked to take charge. Over the years, he'd gotten more respectful of women who were confident and a bit sassy. "Where would you like to go for coffee?" Allison named a little cafe that was within walking distance and smiled. As they began walking down the stairs together, Allison Cook reached up into the crook of his arm and gripped him firmly. William found himself chatting on all about his life and his business. William realized he was nervous in Allison Cook's presence. He couldn't help but notice that Allison was tall, almost as tall as he was. Of course, she was wearing high heels. As if she were reading his mind, she turned and said, "Five foot nine inches and with these heels, I'm almost six feet. I'm guessing you're six foot two?" William nodded. "Can you read tell what I'm thinking now?" Allison frowned. "Uh huh. And the answer is no. I wouldn't want to lead you on. I'm just an old fashion kind of girl." William shook his head. "An old fashion girl? Is this an across the board rule or is it just me?" Allison squeezed his arm and smiled. "Of course it's my rule, and it's for all." William didn't turn to face her but just kept leading them on to the cafe. "And what kind of pushback do you get from that?" Allison laughed. "Lots of guys want to be the exception to my rule. But it's for everyone's good. Anything to do with me would lead to disappointment. It's too complicated, and I'm just not worth all the effort." William stopped them and turned to look into her beautiful eyes. "Really. For some reason, I'm feeling very special tonight, and I think it's because I'm in your presence. Are you an angel?" Allison Cook giggled and looked back up at him. "That's wonderful. I've never been asked that question. Growing up, my parents tried and eventually gave up. Their minister told them I was cursed by the devil. I guess I was too much for them to accept." "What a sad, strange story. I can't believe anyone could reject a beautiful child like you." "No, William. I didn't fit in. I was way too girly girl and would get laughed at all the time. I think they saw me as ugly and well, mentally disturbed." "Seriously? What a terrible notion to attach to a child. Your parents sound cruel." "Unfortunately for them, it made me stronger and more determined to be myself. I can be pretty stubborn." When they arrived at the cafe, William was pleased that they were given a table in the back near the fireplace. The room looked beautiful with all the holiday decorations. He stared at the tree and the angel perched on the top. He gazed at it, lost in thought. "It's funny. I think I've seen this same angel before, once in the taxi and tonight in the lounge outside my classroom." Allison looked over to see what he was gazing at. "It's beautiful, isn't it. The original angel was made in Italy in the seventeenth century by Sammartino. The real one is at the Metropolitan Museum and featured in their Christmas tree display." A waiter came over and took their order. Allison ordered tea and William had decaffeinated coffee. They agreed to split a lemon tart. As they shared the tart, William asked Allison to tell him about her life. "Not much to tell. I'm originally from Baltimore. I went to college in D.C. and moved up here for work. I'm working with computers at the bank, and you know I tend bar." William smiled. "How long have you been at The Hammer and The Nail?" Allison thought for a minute. "Years. How well do you know the Nail?" William smiled. "It's Jordan's favorite place. It's funny, working there, I just assumed you were gay." Allison laughed. "No. My life would be a lot simpler if I were. But, I have no interest in dating women. My dream is to have a relationship with a special guy. But, now how do you feel about LGBTQ?" William smiled. "I'm fine with it. I mean, Jordan is my best friend and well, LGBTQ is part of our world and society. You could say I embrace it." "When I first started working at the Nail, I thought Jordan was a manager or an owner. He's always been sweet to me." William nodded. "I'm sure. He's a gentleman. My turn for a question. Why would you want to hang around with an old guy like me?" Allison smiled. "You aren't old, and I like grown-up men. I wouldn't waste my time with a twenty-something who's clueless. You seem like a sweet, intelligent guy that I'd like to be friends with and I'd bet you'd help me network into a good job in real estate." "Miss Cook. I would like to be your friend, and I know you'll find success in real estate." "Thanks, William. Working in the bar has opened my eyes to a lot of things, and I can pretty much tell when someone is shoveling bull at me. I think you're more of a straight shooter." "Funny, you should use the term straight shooter when you've worked at the Nail for four years. I'd think you'd make more money at the Brass Rail or Connaught's." "Maybe, I would. But, then again, maybe not. I have a sense of loyalty to the Nail. The owners really have been good to me. When I first came to New York, they took me under their wing. They've helped me a lot." William nodded. "I'm glad to hear that. Would you still work there if real estate became your career?" Allison shrugged. "I would gladly give up my IT job at the bank if real estate paid the bills. But, I'm saving up my money." William nodded. "I guess it's good to have goals." "Oh, I do. I have a vision in my mind of what I want to be, and well, it's going to take money." They made small talk while they finished up and walked back to the school. William was pleased that Allison put her arm through his again as they strolled the sidewalk. When they reached the college, she directed him over to the subway entrance. " "This has been fun, Miss Cook. Thank you for your company." It's been my pleasure, Will. I hope we can find time to do more together. I'll see you next Tuesday." "I'm looking forward to seeing you." "She kissed him on the cheek and turned to walk down the steps. "Thank you for the tea and pastry." She waved and started down. When she got to the bottom, she turned, looked back, and smiled. William hadn't felt this good in a long time. He knew he had Miss Allison Cook to thank. ACT THREE Scene One - The Hammer and the Nail, Greenwich Village, NY Sam "Your plan is not working! Jordan, It's so slow!" Jordan "These are special people. It might take a few more angels whispering in their ears." Sam "All this work, why?". Jordan "They are special." Sam "How are they special?" (Jordan leans over and whispers in Sam's ear.) Sam "Oh. I didn't know. That's very sweet." Scene Two - Upper West Side, Manhattan, NY William sat in the lobby of the soon to be finished high rise and tried to think positively. It was hard to do when the building was a cool sixty-two degrees, and he was surrounded by unfinished poured concrete walls. But this was his baby. His own company was representing the sale of all the units and had to make a good appearance. Two weeks before Christmas when everyone was busy getting ready for the holidays, and no one was looking at condos, here he was. The owners of this project wanted to show the unfinished spaces. William sat there feeling cold and uncomfortable waiting for the nonexistent customers. The sun had set, and the street lights were on. As he watched the pedestrians walk by, he made a list of Christmas gifts to purchase for his office staff. William noticed he'd lost the feeling in his toes and fingertips. He checked his watch and sighed. His workday had ended. William could finally close up and go catch a drink somewhere. As he was shutting down his laptop, the front doors open. William could hear a familiar voice as he saw a woman and two men. As they got closer, he recognized his old friend Jordan, an older man, and possibly the most fascinating woman he had ever met, Allison Cook. He beamed. Jordan called out as they got closer. "Hello, Will. I was hoping you'd still be here. I wanted to show Sam one of your apartments. And I heard you've met Allison." William stood up and shook Sam's hand and then leaned over to shake Allison's hand. He was mesmerized by her deep blue eyes. He didn't hear Jordan talking until he called his name. He glanced over and saw Jordan dragging his latest boyfriend over to the elevator. "Hey, Will. What floor is my future apartment on?" Will laughed. "The Penthouse. Fifty-five." He watched as Jordan and Sam disappeared into the elevator. He glanced over at Allison who had her arms wrapped around her body and was shivering. William reached out and grabbed her hand. "C'mon. I'll buy you a hot chocolate next door at the Starbucks. It's a lot warmer in there than this concrete mausoleum." Allison smiled. "Don't you have to stay and sell condos?" "I did, all day. I was ready to close. But, we can keep warm and watch the front door at the same time. It's all right. I'm in charge." "This place is yours?" "Hardly. But, I'm the only realtor foolish enough to try selling apartments two weeks before Christmas. How about dark hot chocolate with whipped cream and a peppermint stick?" Allison laughed. "I'll settle for green tea. You can save the hot chocolate for the little girls you try to woo away from the schoolyard." William laughed. "Ouch. Tea it is." They walked together to the front. William locked up, and they both scurried next door into the quiet warmth of the coffee shop. William smiled as they went to order. "How have you been?" Allison nodded. "I've been fine. I was hoping you'd come by to see me. Sam is Jordan's latest flame. I honestly don't know how I got roped into coming along. And I wondered about your relationship with Jordan. You lived together, right? Are you an ex?" William laughed. "Ex-roommate. We shared a place after college?" "Really? Because Jordan indicated there was more." William blushed. "Well, I think that's a topic for another day. And I want to talk to my lawyer first." Allison laughed. "I like you, William. You're as much fun as Jordan." "Is that why you work at the Nail? Fun?" "It's my piggy bank money." "Piggy bank money? Saving for what?" "Oh. Saving for my hopes and dreams. I want to have enough money to complete mine. How about you? Do you have any yearnings?" William grabbed their drinks and found them a table. It was near the Christmas corner complete with tree and lighted ornaments. He thought about desires. He didn't want to sound morose and talk about failed dreams and loneliness. He knew it wouldn't seem right to talk about feelings of isolation. He made an effort to smile. "I have dreams." He glanced up at the top of the Christmas tree, and the angel caught his eye. It was almost as if she were looking down on the two of them. Allison saw him looking up and looked at the ornament too. "It's beautiful, isn't it. We've seen it before. Do you remember? I told you it's Giuseppe Sammartino's angel. I'm going to have to show you the real one at the Met. Wonderful, isn't it?" William caught himself looking at Allison's profile. "Gorgeous. Mesmerizing." "You should see the whole tree and all the angels. One is more beautiful than the other." When Allison realized he was looking at her, she blushed. "You can be distracting, William. You are quite handsome. But, I want to hear about your fantasies." William grinned. "You're not going to laugh are you?" Allison smiled. "No promises." William took a deep breath. "Okay. I believe in true love. I believe in everlasting love. I dream of giving myself to another person that I'll be able to love forever and feel the same in return." Allison nodded. "Wow, William. True love. That reminds me of the movie 'Princess Bride'. It was my favorite movie as a kid. I loved Princess Buttercup and dreamed of being her." "What's wrong with that?" Allison laughed. "My parents weren't ready for Princess Buttercup. I don't think they could ever adjust to what I was. I know they were disappointed." "I can't believe they were disappointed with you. I would think they would have been happy to have a beautiful daughter." "Well, some people can never adjust. I became the square peg forced to fit in the round hole. They kept trying to sand me down and make me fit. I didn't try very hard to be that round peg. In the long run, it was better we went our separate ways." "That's sad. Do you want to show me the angel at the Metropolitan Museum tonight?" "Tonight?" "Sure. It can be our first date. Our first of many." Allison frowned. "I like to have friends, but I don't have lovers." William laughed. "Do you believe in love at first sight?" Allison shook her head. "I really don't know if I could ever take that risk. It just wouldn't end well. I can't afford to love someone." William frowned. "I've never heard that before. Allison continued. "In my case, I'm afraid that a guy's expectations would lead to disappointment." "Your story sounds like a fairy tale where you've been cursed." Allison smiled. "Someday, I'll tell you all about me and my fairy tale. When we know each other better, I'll bore you with the story of Allison." "I don't think you could ever bore me. I could listen to you talk forever." She smiled and put her hand on the top of his. "You're sweet. But, don't get fooled by smoke and mirrors. I'm not the droid you're looking for." William laughed at the Star Wars reference. "Sadly, I too am cursed. I suffer from unrequited love." She shook her head. "I don't know what you mean. Explain." "Unrequited love is the feeling of being completely, hopelessly, and desperately in love knowing the love is not returned or rewarded." "Oh wow. You are a romantic. That's an unfortunate kind of love." "It is. Knowing that you'll never kiss her lips, hold her in your arms, or wake up with her next to you. Knowing that you love her so much you can never love another." Allison looked very sad. "Gosh. Who was this woman that broke your heart?" "I'm sitting with her now." Allison's eye's started to well up. "But you don't understand, William. I can't be something I'm not. I can't reach out to you if I have no arms." William leaned over and kissed her lips. Then he gently kissed the tears from her eyes. "I've never met a more perfect woman in my life." She tried to smile. She pressed her hands against William's strong chest to push him away. Allison shook her head slowly back and forth. "No, William. I'm not your dream girl. I'm so incomplete, so flawed." William was very close to her face and still whispering. "I know this sounds crazy. It's almost like there's a voice in my head explaining it all to me." Allison shook her head no. "A voice? Explaining what?" William grinned. "I don't know how, but I'm hearing a voice telling me that you've always seen your life as limited and incomplete. She's saying I should see past and around that. She says I should love what you truly are. It's almost like an angel is talking to me." Allison looked him in the eyes. "You know what I am?" William took her hand up to his lips. He looked her in the eyes and kissed her hand. "Yes. I know. I understand. I see all your pain and your doubts. I also see the most beautiful person I have ever met. I love you, Allison." Allison wiped her eyes and pulled him in for a long kiss. She stared at him and looked up at the top of the tree. She smiled. "You know, we should go to the Met, and I can show you the tree, and maybe your angel will whisper to me, too." Scene Three - Fifty-Fifth Floor, Upper East Side, NY (Jordan looks out on New York City.) Jordan "It's pretty up here, isn't it?" Sam "This high up, it's almost like heaven" Jordan "Oh, Sam. We'll get back home. You know that. A twenty year assignment isn't that long." Sam "Yeah. I know. But, her exchange program seems so tough right now. And everything moves so slowly down here". Jordan "Well, we've wrapped up another good deed today" Sam "Seriously? Those two? I wondered why you insisted she come along with us tonight. Is he the one you've been talking about for so long? And she's the special one from work. Wow, that's nice, really nice." Jordan "Yep. All it took was a handful of ornaments, a few suggestions, and voices" Sam "Nice work, Jordan. God has got to admire that. I guess that's why she started this 'save the world, one person at a time' program." Jordan "Well, Sam. I think she'll appreciate what we did today. Now, give me a kiss." Sam "Just between us angels, right?"