Michael Page #4

Over easy would be just fine.

Over easy!

I thought angels were...

...cleaner.

She doesn't mean to offend. It's...

Miss Winters is an angel

expert and she gets kind of...

...literal. What she

probably wants to know is...

- ... can you fly?

- I don't...

...want to know if he can fly.

He can't. Only little angels-

Says who?

I just thought...

Halos? Inner light?

I'm not that kind of angel.

- What kind of angel are you?

- Michael is an archangel.

He battled Lucifer and

threw him out of Heaven.

Revelation Twelve, verse seven.

That was a long time ago.

He smote a bank for me.

- A bank?

- I knew it. Money was involved, right?

I should say so.

- After Elmer died...

- Who's Elmer?

My husband. After he died...

...they built the highway

and stole all my truckers.

And then the bank...

...came to...

...take the Milk Bottle...

...and I prayed for help...

...until God sent me Michael.

She was persistent.

You came...

...down and smote the bank?

A branch. First Iowa Bank of Commerce.

It was lovely. He walked into

the manager's office and said...

- What was that you said?

- Money changer!

"Money changer...

"... I shall turneth this earthly den

into a parking lot. "

Did I say that? I didn't say that.

They didn't believe us,

so Michael flattened it.

- You did that?

- Had to.

Into a parking lot?

Well, they said it was a tornado.

This town doesn't really need

a parking lot, but it's more...

...cosmopolitan.

And what about the money?

We never heard another word about it.

Did we?

Nope.

You look like...

...you must eat a robust breakfast.

How would you like your eggs?

Poached?

That's... Poached is fine.

Poached.

"The Lord is my shepherd,

I shall not want.

"He maketh me to lie

down in green pastures.

"He leadeth me beside

the still waters... "

Look, she's happier

where she is, right?

Heaven?

She's happier up there?

It isn't my area.

You hardly knew her.

She died cooking us breakfast.

She died making breakfast.

What is it that you keep

writing in that book?

Lyrics.

To what?

I write Country Western songs.

It's my hobby.

"Earth to earth...

"... ashes to ashes...

"... and dust to dust.

"The Lord bless and keep you...

"... and give you peace. "

Justine? It's Quinlan.

Put me straight through.

What you got?

Wings.

Real wings.

Don't play with me, Quinlan.

This guy is about six feet tall.

He has wings from his shoulders

to his knees. But he's filthy.

We'll have to clean him

and put him in a white robe.

Get Craddock to dig up those sandals

with the straps that go up your legs.

Too bad he's not blond.

Angels are supposed to be blond.

But "Oprah," Barbara,

"The Today Show... "

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