"Chuck Shurley." He said, "What about you? What’s your name?" He sat up a bit straighter in the wooden pew.
She blinked a few times in surprise. “Xapham…” She said with an awkward little smile. “An angel actually, so I know a thing...
"I don't think you can be racist against an angel...I mean if you think I have a halo, then that's just bullshit." She laughed and gave a small shrug. "But I suppose if you wanted to find an angel you could look here. Well, maybe at a bar as well..."










