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Sarah and the Widow's Mate

Author(s): Gay N. Lewis

Widow Beth Marsh is not only beautiful, but wealthy enough to buy a third-world country. When she enters the dating arena to find companionship, two men profess an interest in her…but is it Beth they want, or are they out to get her money?

Watching from the Heavenlies, the Superiors dispatch Heaven’s Little Love Angel to Houston during the Christmas holidays. Sarah’s mission is to help the lady determine which of her suitors is the genuine article. Is black-haired Bryan Wingate the real deal? Or is good-looking Charles Chadwick the more earnest suitor?

When Beth invites human-disguised Sarah to attend a wedding, the delighted angel looks forward to an opportunity to wear a beautiful formal gown, and maybe—at long last—red stilettos! But Sarah’s mission becomes deadly serious when she discovers Beth’s life is in danger. If Sarah fails in her mission, Tomas, the Warrior Angel, will intercede. Determined to keep her human charge safe from gold diggers and save Tomas the trouble, the little love angel steps up her efforts.

But Sarah wouldn’t be Sarah without a few bungles along the way...


Sarah glided to solid terrain and looked about the suburban neighborhood, constructed with two-story brick homes, where she landed. No children played outside, but then again, the school session continued for several days before the Thanksgiving break.

The fall season in south Texas kept a mild temperature compared to northern environments, but the current wind factor chilled even angel bones. Turning up her internal thermostat to adjust seemed a good idea, so she touched the control on her left wrist.

Before she left The Heavenlies for Houston, the Charge of the Celestial Climate told her that the end of November through Christmas offered warmth this year—with only a few scattered days of frost and one blustery night. That should make it pleasant for Laney and Cannon’s wedding, but a snow-covered ground provided ideas for a romantic setting too. Wonder how they were doing? Such a stubborn but delightful couple.

Remembering her assignment to show up at Laney and Cannon’s nuptials brought goose bumps to her angelic flesh. Oh, merciful heavens! Well, maybe they wouldn’t recognize her as the same woman who’d exposed her rear end with a roll of toilet paper trailing down her backside. Could she help it if she’d accidentally left the ladies’ restroom with a chunk of dress fabric tucked into her pantyhose? With that stream of lavatory tissue dogging her steps, who knew? Recalling the incident and how people in the restaurant laughed at the sight made her cringe.

No time to worry about that. Where to find Beth’s house? Uh-oh, this community couldn’t be where her female assignment lived. From studying the dossier, Sarah knew Beth as a wealthy lady who lived in a huge home, one that most mortals called a mansion or, to be exact in Beth’s case, an inherited estate.

Of course, no earthly dwellings resembled the mansions awaiting God’s creatures in The Heavenlies. The Supreme Being gave mankind the ability to design and create magnificent structures—bridges, highways, skyscrapers,
airplanes, vehicles, as well as these comfortable homes, but nothing compared to the designs and inventions the Creator formed in The Heavenlies.

Pulling forth the scroll from her muslin robe pocket, she studied it once more. After taking to the air, she located a street sign that read “Collins.” Squinting one eye, she considered the map. Okay, Beth’s house must be about five miles from here. Taking off, she flew, but the direction proved to be an error. The houses grew smaller.
Poopty doopty! Been down here all of five minutes in earth time and goofed again.

Maybe it would prove a good idea to ask for directions at one of those places where humans refilled their automobile tanks with some kind of smelly fuel. Sarah shrugged—those places seemed weird. Such unnecessary events in The Heavenlies, but people needed to spend volumes of money down here to keep their transportation moving about.
Maybe some nice person inside that place could give an indication of where she needed to go. Oh, but that required a disguise.

Okay, to find a place to make an appearance. Earthlings didn’t understand how a being could materialize out of nowhere. Unexpected arrivals terrified people—wonder why? In The Heavenlies, unexpected entrances were commonplace, but down here, it simply didn’t happen.

Slipping behind a huge trash dumpster, she landed as teenage boy. With a baseball cap pulled low, white t-shirt, denim jacket hanging open, and jeans worn low on the hips, she sauntered into the store. Good—a man and not a female stood behind the counter. Surely this old gent wouldn’t try to flirt with her—those things had happened on past trips.

“Hello, young fella. What can I do for you?”

“I need directions.” Using her boyish voice, Sarah pulled out her scroll, unrolled it, and pointed to a street. “Can you tell me where this is?”

“Well, I’ll be. Harold, come look at this map. Have ya ever seen anything like this before?”

Sarah inwardly churned—great! Just great! She’d forgotten to change the ornate scroll into an ordinary-looking chart. The one she’d handed the man, attached to elaborate golden rods, displayed fancy inlaid pearl finials. Now what?

Harold ambled over. “Nah, never seen anything like that ’fore.” With eyebrows coming together in a deep frown, he roamed his eyes over Sarah.

“My father is an artist. He drew it for me.” That was certainly true—sort of. The Commander wasn’t her heavenly father, but he remained close to the Almighty.

Harold whistled. “Your dad sure goes to a lot of trouble. Lookee, Amos, this here thing resembles one of them Biblical parchments.” Taking the document in both hands, he rolled it up and down.

Gulping, Sarah nodded. “My father is remarkable.”

With eyes wide and full of appreciation, Harold nodded. “Sure is.”

“Can you give me directions?” Sarah held out her hand to retrieve the map.

Harold handed the scroll to Sarah. “Yeah, I can. Ya want me to write it down for ya? Might be easier than this fancy gadget.”

After reaching for a notepad, Harold scribbled out directions and then read them back to Sarah.

“You’re about ten miles from where ya wanna be.” Amos glanced out the window. “Don’t see no car. How ya plan on gettin’ there?”

“My bike is out back. I’ll pedal my way over.” Sarah pocketed the instructions in her jeans.

Amos and Harold exchanged puzzled glances.

“Pedal your way? You sure talk funny.” Amos scratched his chin. “Where’d ya grow up?”

“North of here.” Sarah pointed heavenward with an index finger and turned to walk away. Best to get out of here as quickly as possible. At the door, she turned. “Thanks guys.” Sauntering outside, she peeked through the plate-glass openings and realized Harold and Amos continued to scrutinize her movements intently.

She called forth a bicycle then straddled the machine and hoped to make the thing go. Bicycles existed in The Heavenlies. Children without an opportunity to ride while on earth enjoyed them, but Sarah had never tried one before.
Placing one foot on the pedal she pushed off with the other foot. After wobbling about for a bit, she fell off the apparatus. Picking up the bike, she glanced back at the window. Harold and Amos were staring with their mouths agape.

After waving to them, she pressed off again. This time, however, she didn’t cycle—it seemed easier to guide the thingy by maneuvering it with her feet. With the toes of her shoes, she pulled the bike forward—inch by inch, as if she were rowing a boat. As soon as she rolled out of the sight of the store, she disappeared, bicycle and all, and hoped no one saw the vanishing act. Such a thing could cause a severe reprimand on Cloud Five. The Superiors frowned upon angels shocking the earthly creatures.

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ISBN (Electronic): 978-1-940099-28-6
Genre: Inspirational
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Publisher: Prism Book Group

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