Fallen Angel
FALLEN ANGEL 1. Aunt Julene woke me up at 6:31 on the dot, sweeping lightly into the bedroom with a breakfast tray between her hands. This was nothing unusual in itself, I'd been subjected to these dawnlight raids for the past couple of couple of years. Her voice sliced through the air like a keen-edged blade. "Rise and shine, sleepy-head," she chimed in bright, tinkling tones that never failed to set my teeth on edge, "Your appointment's at nine, and we can't lie around all...