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breeding operation.  His ideas were the lodestone around which the cattle ranch turned.  Then there was Gabe, who might have been Jake’s twin except that he was three years younger.  Laura, the baby, wanted a career in musical theater but Lynne needed her to help with the children while Lynne managed the local community theater. 
    I still had over a month before I had to worry about my decision to go home for Thanksgiving.
    When Michael appeared in the kitchen of Moniker’s and told Saul that he was standing in for Leslie, Saul was not happy.  “She was bad enough.  But you?  You look like you don’t know a bagel from a croissant.”
    “I may surprise you, sir.”
    “Beggars can’t be choosers, I guess.  Our aprons are unisex.  You can wear Leslie’s.”
    “Thank you, sir.”  Michael dipped his head in his most gentlemanly bow.
    “Umph.”
    “Well, aren’t you the most luscious thing I’ve seen on the wrong side of a platter.”
    “Jerome.  You have been well, I hope.”  Michael’s eyes were kind.
    “I’ll bet Leslie warned you about me, didn’t she?”
    Michael shook his head.  “She mentioned that you might help me if I got in to trouble.”
    “I’d like to do more than help you but I’ll take a wild guess and say I’m not your type.”
    “You would be right.  I am sorry.”
    “Not half as sorry as I am.”
    The restaurant served up an overload on Michael’s newly acquired senses.  His nose in particular seemed to be bombarded with odors.  Garlic and onion, Arpege perfume, cabbage, sizzling steak, and as he walked past the restroom area, chemical bleach cleaner.  Not only that, it was October 15th and people were Christmas shopping, as well as buying Halloween costumes.  He dodged around packages tucked under the tables quite artfully, if he did say so himself.  He was glad Gabriel had seen fit to give him strong muscles.  How Leslie had handled these heavy trays, he couldn’t imagine. 
    His photographic memory served him well, both in punching his orders into the computer and handing out food to the correct people. 
    His expertise made him a favorite with the women servers, but the men waiters were another story.  Ned Haskins in particular, was antagonistic.  Michael realized Ned was insecure and jealous of Michael’s abilities and it was hard to stay friendly when Ned did everything he could to sabotage Michael’s serving.  So of course, when the older lady came in with an expression on her face sour enough to rival an entire jar of dill pickles, Ned said, “Let Michael serve her.  Let’s see if his angelic charm works on the dragon.”
    Because Michael was so new to earth, he put little stock in what a person wore.  Even though the woman’s wardrobe was a coat with raggedy sleeves and a hat that must have been popular in the 1940’s, Michael could see into her heart.  This lady carried a deep sadness for something she thought couldn’t be changed.
    “Who are you?” she barked at him.  “Where’s Ned?”
    “He is taking a much needed break right now, ma’am.  I will be taking care of you.”
    “You don’t look like you could take care of a flea.”
    “Is there a flea you would like me to care for?”
    “Don’t you be smart with me, young man.  Who are you, anyway?”
    “My name is Michael.”
    Her face immediately twisted into anger.  “Don’t you try that with me.  It’s been tried before and I’ve never fallen for it.”
    “I am sorry.  I do not know what you mean.”
    “I mean saying your name is Michael.”
    “My name has been Michael for many, many years, ma’am.  It’s a perfectly normal name for a man.”
    “Don’t pretend you don’t know what that name means to me.”
    Suddenly, in a flash from heaven, he did.  Her deceased son’s name was Michael.  But Michael had been on earth long enough to know he didn’t dare admit what he knew.  “I really do not know what you are talking about.”
    “Oh, just shut up and