She's an angel with attitude, and she's here to stay!
James opened the window and a gust of rain blew into the room. 'Thanks,' gasped the girl, climbing in - and a moment later she was standing there before them, dripping on the carpet. She was barefoot and wearing only a thin white cotton
dress. But most astonishing of all, hanging from her shoulders and reaching nearly to her feet was a pair of long white wings.
'Ow', moaned the girl, clutching her left shoulder. 'I think I've broken my wing.'
The twins are in bed when it happens. They hear what sounds like a wet cabbage hit the wall. Then a clattering on roof tiles. Followed by a rap rap! at the window. It's a girl with a broken wing, drenched from the rain. James and Amanda let her in. Who is she? Where does she come from? And what does she want? The twins have no idea. Perhaps she's their guardian angel. But would an angel have such dirty feet?
Would an angel . . . snore?
