Unknown to Remi and Eadan, Greta had seen them leave Remi’s flat, arms wrapped around each other and obviously in love. She smiled and turned to Pam, the friend who’d spent the night with her and her parents, and who’d agreed to join her in her morning jogging session.
They took the elevator and Greta saw herself in the mirror. This time she paid attention to the details. Who was this classy-looking chick with the lovely skin and slim body?
“Pam, do you believe in angels?”
“Good grief! Where did that come from?”
“I mean human angels.”
“You mean like sainted people?”
“No, I mean everyday people like you and me.”
“Don’t be daft. None of us are that pure. We all have personal agendas.”
Greta shook her head. “Not all…”
The End