Gage Park, Chicago, Illinois, United States of America- Earth 5:17 P.M, April 24th, 2018 A.D.
“¿Cómo te fue con Jasmine?” my Amá queries as soon as I step into the house.
I close the door to the front porch and enter the kitchen.
“Amá, I saw him at the mall,” I state, leaning back against the kitchen counter. Looking up from cleaning the table, she meets my worried gaze.
“Who? And what happened?”
“That fallen angel next door. Basically, he asked me if I’m a Moonwalker, and I asked him what would he do if I was.” I took a breath. “Then he stared at me for a while and left. His presence was terrifying.”
Amá only nods. Then after a moment of silence, “That’s how fallen angels are. I mean, we’re fallen angels too, but it’s not like-”
“-we did anything bad and deserved to get our wings ripped out. Yes, I know. You’ve said that a million times.”
“Watch that tone, señorita.”
I resist the urge to roll my eyes and instead ask, “What should I do? He’s even at my school!”
Amá let’s out a tiny sigh. “I know I should tell you to stay away from him, but you have to start practicing how to handle them anyway.”
“You’re right.” But then at the thought of having to confront Lonan at one point or another makes my palms sweat. “But how am I supposed to do that? I can’t even do what you or Apá do.”
She sets down the cloth doused in a wood cleaner and wipes her hands on her pants. Then she walks up to me, grabbing my hands in her own.
“You can do this. You just have to be careful. Our duty is to help them back to Heaven.” She squeezes. “Get close to him, and keep me updated.”
“I know but-”
“No buts. Just do it.”
I look down at the floor and roll the inside of my cheek in between my teeth. “Fine.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” She releases me, patting my cheek once before returning to the table.
What did I just sign up for?