““And then, right on cue as it were, in walks our angel.”

“Oh, you mean the old woman with the radiant face and sparkly eyes.”

“Ah ha, you see, even you noticed her radiant face, bit of a giveaway that one.”

Wen chuckles, “Well to be strictly accurate she didn’t so much walk in, as shuffle.”

“Angels always affect that shuffle, it’s merely to throw you off the scent.”

“And what makes you so sure she was an angel, I mean apart from the radiant face, the sparkly eyes and the shuffle…”

“And the stockings halfway up her leg…another classic element of angel disguise.”

“Obviously.”

“Well for one thing what did she have to be so radiant about?”

“That’s true. Her life, as described, was pretty much a litany of disaster.”

“She talked about her and her husband’s quite considerable bodily troubles and ailments as if she were talking about children playing out and scraping limbs and what was the secret of her joy in the face of such calamities, and what did she exhort us to do?”

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