When his neighbors went to church on Sunday mornings, Arnold drove to Wranglers, a burger joint on Escondido Road. The angel in the drive-thru window kept him coming back. The angel had the cheekbones and eyes of a woman but the lamb-chop sideburns of a man. Arnold spent much time wondering about the angel’s sex, much more time, in fact, than he did wondering about his or her wings. When stretched out, they looked a lot like the wings of the bats in his backyard shed, the only difference being their large size, white color, and soft luminosity. When Arnold asked for ketchup, the angel always told him no. But when he asked for forgiveness, the angel liked to say, “You got it!”
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