"Mrf. Lemme see your papers."
I pa.s.sed them over. The angel studied them, slowly and carefully, then called to another angel, who had stopped servicing the mob to watch. "Tirl! Look at this."
So the second angel looked over my papers, nodded sagely, handed them---back - glanced at me, shook his head sadly." "Is something wrong?" I asked.
"No. Holy one, you had the misfortune to be serviced," if that is the word, by an angel who wouldn"t help his closest friend, if he had one, which he doesn"t. But I"m a bit surprised that she was so abrupt with a saint."
"I wasn"t wearing this halo at the time."
"That accounts for it. You drew it later?"
"I did not draw it. I acquired it miraculously, on the way from Asher Gate to here."
"I see. Holy one, it"s your privilege to put Khromitycinel on the report. On the other hand I could use the farspeaker to place your inquiry for you."
"I think that would be better."
"So do I. In the long run. For you. If I make my meaning clear."
"You do."
"But before I call that co-op let"s check with Saint Peter"s office and make sure your wife has arrived. When did she die?"
"She didn"t die. She was caught up in the Rapture, too."
"So? That means a quick and easy check, no searching of old rolls. Full name, age, s.e.x if any, place and date of we don"t need that. Full name first."
Margrethe Svensdatter Gunderson."
"Better spell that."
I did so.
"That"s enough for now. If Peter"s clerks can spell. You can"t wait here; we don"t have a waiting room. There is a little restaurant right opposite us - see the sign?"
I turned and looked. " "The Holy Cow"?"
"That"s it. Good cooking, if you eat. Wait there; I"ll send word to you."
"Thank you!"
"You are welcome -"She glanced again at my papers, then handed them back. "- Saint Alexander Hergensheimer."
The Holy Cow was the most homey sight I had seen since the Rapture: a small, neat lunchroom that would have looked at home in Saint Louis or Denver. I went inside. A tall blackamoor whose chef"s hat stuck up through his halo was at the grill with his back to me. I sat down at the counter, cleared my throat.
"Just hold your horses." He finished what he was doing, turned around. "What can I - Well, well! Holy man, what can I fix for you? Name it, just name it!"
"Luke! It"s good to see you!" "
He stared at me. "We have met?"
"Don"t you remember me? I used to work for you. Ron"s Grill, Nogales. Alec. Your dishwasher."
He stared a-gain, gave a deep sigh. "You sure fooled me. Saint Alec."
"Just "Alec" to my friends. It"s some sort of administrative mistake, Luke. When they catch it, I"ll trade this Sunday job for an ordinary halo."
"Beg to doubt - Saint Alec. They don"t make mistakes in Heaven. Hey! Albert! Take the counter. My friend, Saint Alec and I are going to sit in the dining room. Albert"s my sous-chef."
I shook hands with a fat little man who was almost a parody of what a French chef should look like. He was wearing a Cordon Bleu hat as well as his halo. Luke and I went through a side door into a small dining room, sat down at a table. We were joined by a waitress and I got another shock.
Luke, said, "Hazel, I want you to meet an old friend of mine, Saint Alec - he and I used to be business a.s.sociates. Hazel is hostess of The Holy Cow."
"I was Luke"s dishwasher," I told her. "Hazel, it"s wonderful to see you!" I stood up, started to shake hands, then changed my mind for the better, put my arms around her.
She smiled up at me, did not seem surprised. "Welcome, Alec! "Saint Alec" now, I see. I"m not surprised."
"I am. It"s a mistake."
"Mistakes don"t happen in Heaven. Where is Margie? Still alive on earth?"
"No." I explained how we had been separated. "So I"m waiting here for word."
"You"ll find her." She kissed me, quickly and warmly which reminded me of my four-day beard. I seated her, sat down with my friends. "You are sure to find her quickly, because that is a promise we were made and is precisely carried out. Reunion in Heaven with friends and loved ones. "We shall gather by the River -" and sure enough, there it is, right outside the door. Steve Saint Alec, you, do remember Steve? He was with you and Margie when we met."
"How could I forget him? He bought us dinner and gave us a gold eagle when we were stony. Do I remember Steve!"
"I"m happy to hear you say that... because Steve credits you with converting him - born-again conversion - and getting him into Heaven. You see, Steve was killed on the Plain of Meggido, and I was killed in the War, too, uh, that was about five years after we met you
"Five years?"
"Yes. I was killed fairly early in the War; Steve lasted clear to Armageddon-"
"Hazel... it hasn"t been much over a month since Steve bought us that dinner at Rimrock."
"That"s logical. You were caught up in the Rapture and that touched off the War. So you spent the War years up in the air, and that makes it work out that Steve and I are here first even though you left first. You can discuss it with Steve; he"ll be in soon. By the way, I"m his concubine now his wife, except that here there is no marrying or giving in marriage. Anyhow Steve went back into the Corps when war broke out and got up to captain before they killed him. His outfit landed at Haifa and Steve died battling for the Lord at the height of Armageddon. I"m real proud of him."
"You should be. Luke, did the War get you, too?"
Luke gave a big grin. "No, sir, Saint Alec. They hanged me."
"You"re joking!"
"No joke. They hanged me fair and square. You remember when you quit me?"
"I didn"t quit you. A miracle intervened. That"s how I met Hazel. And Steve."
"Well... you know more about miracles than I do. Anyway, we had to get another dishwasher right fast, and we had to take a Chicano. Man, he was a real bad a.s.s, that one. Pulled a knife on me. That was his mistake. Pull a knife on a cook in his own kitchen? He cut me up some, I cut him up proper. Jury mostly his cousins, I think. Anyhow the D.A. said it was time for an example. But it was all right. I had been baptized long before that; the prison chaplain helped me be born again. I spoke a sermon standing on that trap with the noose around my neck. Then I said, "You can do it now! Send me to Jesus! Hallelujah!" And they did. Happiest day of my lifel"