Manhattan Miracle [A Zany Novel of New Beginnings]
IMAGINE WAKING UP AS SOMEONE ELSE!
When a pair of angels mistakenly switch the genders of two lovers, it leads to hilarious situations, sexy liaisons, genuine affection and discovery of some really nasty Wall Street characters involved in white slavery. More
"Hi Carpenter. I came as soon as I could. What seems to be the problem?"
Her nose scrunched and she sucked a breath through her teeth. "I don't know. I may have f…er ah…messed up."
Soriano raised a solo eyebrow. "Oh. Like how? Tell me more."
"Well, ma'am, if you remember, we both agreed how Brad and Ginger seemed like they would be happier doing what the other person did."
"So we're on a first name basis with our assignments now?"
"No, well, yes, I guess maybe, I've gotten a little too interested in the paradox of their lives, especially Ginger. Earth's not like where we live now, where women's greater sensitivity and common sense have allowed us to elevate to positions of authority."
"Carpenter, you know our cloud and all the clouds for that matter are genderless."
"Yes ma'am, I know, but our personalities carry over. We all know what we were before. That's why I call you ma'am instead of sir."
"I answer to either appellation."
"I know ma'am. Since so many of the men go to the alternate destination for behavior indoctrination, former women are the majority in the ultimate destination and hence have risen to a position of pre-eminence. I hear even God is a woman."
"Okay, I'll grant your first premise, but your second is nonsense. There is no sex, in paradise. Only former humans have ever been a certain sex and God was never a human. So what's your point?"
"Well, there is sex on Earth. Having been a woman Marine, I faced gender inequality on a daily basis, just like Ginger does."
"Ginger chose and enjoys her profession. She and her colleague live in a Park Avenue apartment, likes what she does and makes a ton of money doing it."
"In all due respect ma'am, that isn't true. Ginger became a prostitute because she couldn't afford college and later when she earned her degree she still couldn't find a job. She makes a lot of money and lives on Park Avenue because she is fortunate enough to be smart and attractive. She likes having money and aspects of her job, but she does not like being a whore."
"How do you know that?" Soriano frowned. "How can you be so sure?" Her mouth fell open. "You didn't enter her mind, did you?"
She set her fists on her hips and stuck out her chin. "So what if I did?"
"It's…it's…just not done. It's a…no-no."
Fluttering her wings in obvious irritation, Carpenter demanded, "Says who? Show me where it says that in our manual."
Soriano shook her head. "It doesn't. It's just obvious. We don't violate the sanctity of a subject's mind."
Her wings fluttered again. "You've never entered a subject's mind?"
Suddenly, Soriano felt uncomfortable. "Yes, but only in emergencies and cases of extreme duress."
"Well, to me, it was an emergency."
Soriano was becoming annoyed by this upstart novitiate angel. "What? There was no emergency when I left. What could have been so important you needed to enter her mind?"
"Both their minds."
"You entered his, too?"
She nodded. "Ah-huh, and it was very revealing."