“No it’s not,” Josh said, and I could’ve smacked him. “People love that kind of stuff.”
I gave him a look that said to shut up, then smiled when my dad turned from closing the fridge. “Who’d pay for a picture they can’t see and won’t get until two days later?” I protested.
My dad was nodding, but not in agreement with me. I’d seen that thoughtful expression on him before, and he leaned against the counter with his drink and crossed his ankles. “If that’s all you need, I’ll get you one of those printers that lets you do it right there,” he said, and my stomach dropped. “You give them a ticket, and they pick it up before they leave.”
“Really?” I said with forced enthusiasm. Maybe I could call my boss at the flower shop and offer to come in tomorrow to get out of it.
“Sure,” he said, then shoved his glasses back up his nose. “I almost got you one for your birthday, but I wanted you to have a better camera first.”
I thought of my new camera up on my dresser, used mostly for taking shots of my flashy new wardrobe my dad had gotten me and e-mailing them to Wendy. She’d probably die when she saw the picture of my skull-and-crossbones sneakers. “Thanks, Dad,” I said, giving him a pained look, trying to tell him I wanted to be alone with Josh. “I’ll talk to someone about it.”
“You do that.” Giving us a salute with his glass, he ambled toward the archway. “Josh, you’re welcome to stay for dinner if you want.”
“Thanks, Mr. A.,” Josh said, “but I told my mom I’d be home by six thirty.”
My dad bobbed his head in acknowledgment, smiling at the informal term of respect. I was sure he’d never been called that before. Barnabas was always very formal the few times he’d talked to my dad.
“I’ll be in my office,” my dad said. “I’ve got a few things to finish up for today, but I can do them from home.”
I sighed as he left the kitchen. I could hear his footsteps in the entryway, and the creak of his office door not quite shutting. He didn’t do much work at his home office, but it was right across from the kitchen, and he could keep an ear on us.
“There once was a girl from Zaire—”
“Please don’t,” I moaned softly, and Grace snickered. Maybe I could find a bell for her to live in. Seeing that traffic light crash down had been scary.
“He doesn’t trust me,” I said softly as I sat across from Josh.Six thirty? We had almost five hours for Barnabas to turn up and make this nightmare go away. Where was he anyway? It couldn’t take that long to talk to seraphs. Just drop to your knees and have at it.
Josh snorted and ate another chip. “He doesn’t trustme , that’s who he doesn’t trust.”
I smiled thinly, elbows on the table as my dad talked on the phone. Black wings didn’t clock out at the end of business hours, and if Barnabas wasn’t back by then, it was going to get ugly. It had been a while since I’d been grounded for breaking curfew, but if I didn’t stay with Josh all night, he might not make it.
It wasn’t as if Grace could play messenger girl.
“I don’t suppose you have any ideas about how to keep Kairos away after six thirty?” Josh asked, and I gave him an apologetic look.
“Nothing that won’t get me grounded.” I glanced at Grace, knowing the only way she’d leave to get Ron would be if I was in danger that she couldn’t handle, and in that case, I’d probably be dead.This is so not good. “One of them should be back by now. Maybe something’s wrong.”
From the light, Grace chimed out, “Nothing’s wrong. If you aren’t allowed past heaven’s gates, it takes a while to get a seraph’s attention.”
“I feel so helpless!” I said, collapsing in my chair again.
“Helpless? You want to talk helpless?” Grace grumbled, her thin voice growing louder as she landed on the table. “I don’t even know why I’m here. Barnabas can do a better job guarding you than I can. Why Ron twitched him away instead of asking another reaper’s help to talk to the seraphs is beyond me.”
“You’re doing a great job,” I said, giving Josh an eye-rolling look when he stared at me, hearing only half the conversation. “You scared the crap out of me when you sent that light down on Kairos. That had to be second-sphere stuff, easy.”
Josh smiled and finished off his sandwich. “Scared the crap out of me, too. Thanks for saving my life.”
The glow from her wings brightened. “It was clever, wasn’t it?”
I nodded as I stood up, gathering the empty plates and taking them to the sink. Whyhad Ron taken Barnabas with him? It was almost as if he didn’t want the reaper with me anymore.
Ice sloshed as Josh took a drink, and he reddened as he wiped his chin. “I don’t want to get grounded,”