The drink permitted a departure from reality but at the same time a woeful perspective. On occasion he would go to the bar with associates, but after ...is associates departed, he would stay and drink by himself.Queresh was not a sorrowful man. He had wealth and close friends. But as his wife’s mental health failed, as the recent miscarriage sat like a welt upon his brain, he found a substitute within the alcohol. In all his drinking he tried to enjoy life, and liquor made him enjoy it more. A. "How's it going?" Good, I guess. Umm... Paul? You weren't in school for the last fewdays. You ok?"He smiled at her thoughtfulness. "Yeah, I'm ok, Melissa. Thanks. Ijust... wasn't myself for a bit. I'm much better, now, though." Hegrabbed Beth's hand and gave it a thankful squeeze."Oh, good. Hey, your hair is hot! I love it. I it looks so cute on yourface." Thanks, Melissa." Gotta run! See you in chorus!" and Melissa disappeared into a classroomdoor."See," Beth leaned in and spoke softly. "I. ‘Come.’ he said again and led her unexpectedly into the store. A greying man and lady appeared a moment later, smiling brightly at Jean-Marie. ‘Jean-Marie! How good to see you again.’ the man said. ‘Hilda, Franz. How are you doing?’ Jean-Marie said as the elder couple gave him a hug. Isabelle thought she could have guessed their names with the light but obvious German accent. ‘Good, even at our age.’ Hilda said with a wink. Franz chuckled and wrapped his arm around Hilda’s shoulder. ‘Don’t. He spoke again and his voice was like a melody of strings. Is something the matter? I wiped the tears from my eyes and replied Who… Who are you? How did you get in here? He smiled, showing perfect white teeth. Youd never believe me. Try me. He leaned his broad, squared shoulders against my wall. Alright. If you insist and in a flash he stood in the centre of the room and jutting from his back were two white wings. My mouth fell open in shock. Im an angel. And the wings disappeared again..