Ever met a stranger who feel perfectly comfortable with, or walked into room and knew it intimately, even though you have never been there before? There is an explanation, just as Annie Meechum can attest to.
“Are you an angel?”
“In a manner of speaking and despite my lack of wings you humans expect to see, I am.”
“Am I about to face my Maker to atone for my sins?” Annie said.
“Goodness, gracious me, no,” she clucked her tongue derisively, “I must say, it slips my mind how high an opinion humans hold of themselves until I perform this role again. Your, um, Maker, dear, has many things to do. A personal, one-on-one chat over a nice cup of camomile tea to discuss in depth where you went wrong in life and so on with the all human departed would be far too time consuming a task for any being to accomplish.”
“Well, am I here to choose another family for rebirth then?”
