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Her Name Was Angela

... hand into her own. Then she noticed her eyes. Angela's eyes sparkled with what Nancy could only describe as heaven's light. They were of a dazzling shade of green that Nancy had never encountered before and they held her completely captivated. "Nancy? Nancy, are you all right?" Angela asked. "You have the most gorgeous pair of eyes I've ever seen," Nancy babbled. "Thank you," Angela replied in her soft, sweet voice. "So, Nancy Jennings? Just what brings you into my world on this cold and rainy winter night all alone, soaking wet, starving and completely broke?" "It's a very long story," Nancy replied as she sipped her coffee. "Great! I love long stories," Angela stated. "I don't even know where to begin," Nancy said. "At the beginning," Angela said. "Can I ask you a question first?" "Sure." "How old are you?" "Twenty." "My God,” Nancy mumbled. “Just a baby.” "I have a very old soul though," Angela told her. "Now tell me your story Nancy Jennings." Though she couldn't begin to explain it, Nancy felt as though she'd known Angela all of her life. The girl did indeed give the impression of being much more mature and far wiser beyond her mere twenty years. Nancy somehow knew in her heart that she could trust Angela completely and felt strangely at ease sharing her life story with her. And as Angela listened intently, never speaking a word; Nancy could see through those magnificent eyes that the girl hung on her every word and felt every pang of emotion as though she was ...

... experiencing it all herself. For brief moments as Nancy relayed some of the darkest and most painful episodes of her past, she felt Angela walking beside her as though the girl had actually been there. It was a kind of comfort that Nancy had never known before. Long since being the only remaining customer in the restaurant; and now as the other employees clocked out and left, Angela and Nancy were completely alone. As Nancy watched Angela slip on her jacket and turn out the lights, her stomach tied itself in knots as fear gripped her. "So Nancy, where are you staying tonight?" Angela asked. "I have no idea," Nancy replied. "Well then it's a good thing that I do." "What do you mean?" "You're coming home with me." "Oh Angela, I can't let you do that. You've done so much for me already. I'd feel awful imposing on you like that." Nancy said, trying to sound noble. "No, I couldn't ask that of you." "You're not asking Nancy: I'm telling. You're coming home with me. You're gonna take a nice hot shower, you're gonna change into some clean, dry pajamas and you're gonna get a good night's sleep in a warm, comfortable bed." Angela stated firmly. "Angela," Nancy said weakly; almost like a pout. "You said you would feel awful by imposing on me, right?" Angela said. "Well you'd make me feel even more awful if you refused me. And how can you possibly impose on somebody when in fact they're demanding that you go?" Angela extended her hand down to Nancy still sitting in the booth. "Now come on," Angela ...