Excerpt #1973
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She hated when people would talk about Angels. It invoked in her a lonely sort of bitterness. The stories of Angel comfort and Angel visits seemed nice, warm and enveloping. People on television spoke of feeling these positive things and of feeling as if someone was watching over their shoulder to protect them, always there and always loving. It was this that made her the most jealous. Her jealousy was caused by the dual assault of confusion and abandonment; she knew that inside, deep inside, she felt isolated and lonely and nothing was there to watch or love her. It sounded so wonderful to think with earnest that someone was there watching, there to protect and love you. But no matter what she did, no matter how hard she asked and prayed, she never got that feeling. Though not to spite herself, she resolved that she really was all alone. When people talk of Angels, she is reminded of this.