Everybody has an angel hiding inside. When you die, your angel comes out. You can die, but not your angel. Your angel never dies.
He tapped my chest. 'Happy is here.' He tapped his own chest. 'Here.' I looked down past my chin. 'Inside?' 'Inside.' It was getting crowded in there. First angel. Now happy. It seemed there was more to me than cabbage and turnips.
