White-faced, Bea stood in the doorway, her eyes wide, her arms filled with angel letters. Several spilled to the floor as she walked to the kitchen, and as Birdie bent to pick them up, she saw how the envelopes were addressed: Angels Unaware Heavenly Daze, Maine 09876 To the Heavenly Daze Angels Heavenly Days, Maine 09876 Any Angel in Heavenly Daze HD, Maine 09876 To the Whom It May Concern Angel General Delivery Island of Heavenly Daze, Maine 09876 Yo, Angel! Heavenly Days and Nights, Maine 09876 “Oh, my,” Birdie whispered as Bea dropped her burden to the kitchen table. “That’s just the top layer,” Bea said, stomping back to the bakery. A moment later she returned, dragging a bulging mail sack. She slid it over the carpet and onto the kitchen linoleum, then dropped the cord. More letters spilled from the drawstring opening. “This all came in on the noon ferry,” Bea explained. “And there’s more on the way.” Birdie sat down hard in her kitchen chair. “What are we going to do about this?”
