Alex Grecian - The Yard

“Good. I should hate boarding school and I would get bad marks just to spite you for sending me there.”

“I shall keep that in mind in case I ever do contemplate such a thing. No, I’ve decided that you spend too much time among the dead. It’s not healthy.”

“I don’t mind, Father.”

“I know, but I do mind. I’ve arranged for you to assist an expectant young mother. And when she has her baby, I’d like for you to stay on and help her care for it. She seems to be in quite over her head about everything, and you are a very capable young lady.”

“A baby! Oh, that would be wonderful.”

“The Days are kind people, and Claire Day might be just the female influence you need at this point in your life. You don’t want to be trapped in a lab anymore with an old man.”

“You’re not old at all, Father.”

“You flatter me. So you’ll do it?”

“Of course I will. Only, who will help you with the bodies?”

“I’ve already arranged for your replacement.”

“It’s settled, then.”

As they talked they had traversed the park, and now they came to the sunken garden. Amid the flowers, there was a statue of a cherubic boy atop a giant fish. They stopped and stared up at it.

“You see, Father, it is an angel. The boy, I mean. You said that he wasn’t, but he is.”

“It looks like an ordinary child to me,” he said.

“I say it’s an angel.”

Kingsley looked at his daughter and smiled. “Well, then,” he said, “perhaps it is an angel after all.”