Lesha listens to Team Leader Alera’s rousing speech, but she cannot stop thinking about Paul, the musician she met on the street. Yes, theirs was a sacred calling, and yes she was honored, et cetera. But what about Paul and his music? They’re standing in a dirt-encrusted, mostly-empty alley near Times Square. Street sounds echo on stone walls as people walk and drive by on the road outside.
“We are here to help people,” she says, interrupting what she is sure is a very nice speech. “I know that. But what if they are here to help us as well?” It is an insane thought, almost as insane as leaving her family to be here. Humans helping angels?
“This is a deep secret, Lesha, so hold it close to your heart. We are here to help the humans, true, but not because they are inferior beings in need of our help.”
“No, of course not,” Lesha says hastily. As an angel, she must never have such pride! That would be wrong!
Alera smiles to himself ,as if he knows something she does not. Lesha knows that look from many a teacher, although she has never before seen it on a humanoid face. The face softens the look.
“Lesha, we are here to make friends, friends we may not see as friends for a very long time. That is a good sign for you, if you start to see that.”
“Fine. But then, why am I here, really? Am I here to help them or for them to help me? Why are you looking at me like that? I need to know! How can I do my job, if I don’t know?”