The Face

turned, nodded, and danced in the absence of a draft. A strange expectation had overcome Ethan, a sense that a door of understanding might be about to open in his heart. It had not opened then, but now it had been flung wide.

        Dunny sees his friend holding the boy in his lap, in his arms, and he sees the boy holding as tightly as he is able to Ethan, but he sees far more than their wonder at his supernatural presence and more than their relief to be alive. He sees a surrogate father and the son whom he will unofficially adopt, sees two lives raised from despair by the complete commitment of each to the other, sees the years ahead of them, filled with the joy that is born of selfless love but marked also by the anguishes of life that in the end only love can heal. And Dunny knows that what he has done here is the best and cleanest thing that he has ever done or, ironically, ever will.
        “The PT Cruiser, the truck,” Ethan wonders.
        “You died a second time,” Dunny says, “because destiny struggles to reassert the pattern that was meant to be. Your death in Reynerd’s apartment came by your own free will, because of choices you made. In setting time back, I thwarted your self-made destiny. You don’t need to fully understand. You can’t. Just know that now… destiny won’t reassert that pattern. By your choices and by your acts, you’ve now made another destiny for yourself.”
        [594] “The bells from the ambulance,” Ethan asks, “all the games with them…?”
        Dunny smiles at Fric. “What are the rules? How must we angels work?”
        “By indirection,” the boy says. “Encourage, inspire, terrify, cajole, advise. You influence events by every means that is sly, slippery, and seductive.”
        “See, there’s a thing you now know that most other people don’t,” Dunny says. “More important perhaps than knowing that civet is squeezed from the anal glands of cats into perfume bottles.”
        The boy has a smile to make his model mother’s fade from memory, and he has an inner light that shines without the help of spiritual advisers.
        “Those people that… that rose up out of the driveway and threw themselves at the car,” Ethan says with lingering bewilderment.
        “Images of Moloch’s victims, which I conjured out of water and sent running at his car to frighten him,” Dunny explains.
        “Damn, I missed that!” Fric says.
        “Furthermore, we guardian angels don’t pull our white robes around us and just harp-strum ourselves from here to there the way movies would have you believe. How do we travel, Fric?” The boy starts well but falters: “You travel by mirrors, by mist, by smoke, by doorways…”
        “Doorways in water, by stairways made of shadows, on roads of moonlight,” Dunny prompts.
        Fric picks up the thread of memory: “By wish and hope and simple expectation.”
        “Would you like one last exhibition of an angel flying in this way that angels really fly?”
        “Cool,” the boy says.
        “Wait, “Ethan says.
        “There is no waiting,” Dunny says, for now he receives the call and must answer. “I’m done here forever.”
        [595] “My friend,” Ethan says.
        Grateful for those two words, grateful beyond expression, Dunny transforms his body by the power granted in his contract, becoming hundreds of luminous golden butterflies that rise gracefully into the rain and one by one, with flutter of wings, fold themselves into the night, away from the sight of mortal eyes.

CHAPTER 95
        
        WHEN DUNNY MATERIALIZES ON THE THIRD floor of the great house, in answer to the call, Typhon steps through the double doors from Channing Manheim’s private suite, into the north hall, shaking his head in amazement. “Dear boy, have you taken a tour of these rooms?”
        “No, sir.”
        “Even I myself have not enjoyed quite such luxury. But then again, with all my traveling, I stay mostly in hotels, and even the finest of them offer no suites comparable to this.”
        Sirens arise in the night outside.
        “Mr. Hazard Yancy,” Typhon says, “has sent the cavalry a tad too late, but I’m sure they’ll be welcome.”
        Together they walk to the main elevator, which opens as they approach.
        With his usual grace, Typhon indicates that Dunny should enter ahead of him.
        As the doors close behind them and they begin to descend, Typhon says, “Splendid