Our Angels make themselves known

I forgot to mention: We were contentedly packing away pancakes and eggs at Johnny’s Corner Café, when we started to hear chimes. We looked around for who might be getting a phone call. But the chimes went on and on, and they were an exceptionally pleasant ringtone. Finally, I decided it was our Angels registering their presence (or perhaps just their approval of our culinary choices). It was then that I noticed all the clocks on the wall, and that it was 11:00 on the dot. But I am unbowed. Angels know how to ring clocks.Les mer