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When Angels Sing: Chapter Three

Getting Comfortable

Well, we picked up a few more readers for chapter two, so let’s move forward, shall we?

I love the beginnings of a story. I love to set the scene and then step back and allow the characters free rein to gallop through the story as they see fit. Of course, this book is easier since I know the characters quite well. They have been with me since I wrote my first novel, “The 12/59 Shuttle From Yesterday to Today,” so I already have a pretty good feel for what they are going to do in any situation.

Well, let’s see what Sheila and her parents are up to in this episode.


Sam and Heather stood by the tiny bed, watching their tiny child, Sheila, sleep. They experienced peace and serenity during these moments, a room filled with love, a room filled with the promise of all that their young child will be and the good she will spawn during her lifetime.

Sam squeezed Heather’s hand.

“We must protect her, Heather. She is too important to humanity and we must make sure no harm comes to her.”

His face was experiencing the erosion only worry can cause. Heather looked at her man, a strong, good, faithful man, and she smiled and kissed him on his stubbly cheek.

“She’s going to be a handful, and that’s for sure,” she said. “Still, it’s going to be a magnificent ride. Don’t you worry, Sam. I suspect you and I are just along for the ride. Sheila will point the way.”

Sam nodded his head in agreement as he looked out the window at the troubled world. Oh, it looked peaceful enough to the naked eye, birds and trees, streams and billowy clouds floating aimlessly, a peaceful setting that was terribly deceiving, for there was trouble in the world. Pollution was choking the life out of the planet, killing species, causing health concerns for millions. Men fought endlessly, over territory, over money, over religions and greed and…..well, it was enough to bring a strong man to his knees with worry, and many a time he’d been in a public place and hear someone say “what is this world coming to?” and until five years ago there seemed to be no positive answer…..but then….

Sheila was born, and he and Heather had adopted her, and now there was hope, right there in their child, hope for us all, if only they would all listen to a child, observe a child, and learn from a child.

His thoughts were interrupted by another kiss from Heather.

“We need to wake her, Sam. She needs to help Mrs. Kramer today.”

“Are you sure she’s ready for this?”

Heather nodded and squeezed his hand. “She’s been practicing with smaller animals so don’t you worry. It’s time! She’s the one who knew about Mrs. Kramer and that, for sure, is a sign she’s ready.”

A new morning dawns in the life of Sheila

A new morning dawns in the life of Sheila

Mrs. Kramer

Mrs. Jill Kramer was a widow who lived at 18122 Fir Lane on the outskirts of Olympia. She was seventy-eight years old, a lovely woman with silver hair which sparkled in the sunshine, much like her smile. Her husband, Kevin, God bless his soul, had died five years earlier of cancer. Now you might suspect that, given her age, Jill would have just curled up into a ball after the death of her husband and prayed to God to take her as well, but that just wasn’t Jill Kramer. She had no sooner buried Kevin when she began a volunteer crusade, putting in time at the library, at the orphanage, at the hospital, the homeless shelter and the local food bank. She was a whirling dervish of charitable activity, a spearhead for community service and a living, breathing example of the old saying “do onto others.”

And on this day, at ten-oh-four in the morning, as Mrs. Kramer prepared her tea before a trip to the hospital to read to children with leukemia, she clutched her chest, dropped to her knees, gasped and fell to the floor dead.

And what a fitting ending to the life of a beautiful woman, dying as she looked at the picture of her beloved Kevin, smiling one last time, convinced she was about to rejoin her husband.

But it was not her time!

The home of Mrs. Kramer

The home of Mrs. Kramer

Sheila Graduates

At ten-oh-five that morning the child named Sheila was eating her fresh strawberries, a favorite meal for her. She loved the red of the strawberries, loved their texture, the way they felt on her tongue and of course, their delicious taste. She smiled as she ate, and her parents smiled as they watched her eat, but the scene suddenly changed as Sheila put down her spoon and stood.

“Mother, Father, it’s time. Mrs. Kramer needs us.” And with that she walked from the kitchen table, put on her ladybug jacket, and walked out the front door.

Sam grabbed the car keys and he and Heather rushed to catch up with their daughter.

It was a fifteen minute drive to 18122 Fir Lane, so by ten-twenty-nine Sheila, Heather and Sam were standing on the porch of Mrs. Kramer. Sam and Heather hesitated at that point, unsure if they should knock or just walk in on a stranger, but Sheila ended all mental debate by turning the door knob and walking into the lovely two-story white farmhouse with green shutters and signs of tender loving care all around.

She had never been there before for she did not know Mrs. Kramer, but she hesitated not one bit as she walked through the living room and into the kitchen, where she found the lady of the house, on the floor, clutching a picture of a man and smiling peacefully in death.

“Mother, Father,” Sheila said. “Leave me with Mrs. Kramer, please. I believe there is a cat nearby, a cat named Josie, and she is very worried. She’s hiding in the closet. Would you help her, please?” And then Sheila took off her ladybug jacket, knelt down next to the once-lively Mrs. Kramer, held her hand and hummed a tune without a title.

No grave for Mrs. Kramer on this day

No grave for Mrs. Kramer on this day

An Hour Passed

And at the end of that hour Sheila emerged from the kitchen and joined her parents in the living room, where Heather was stroking a calico cat and murmuring reassuring nothings in the cat’s ear.

“Mother, Father, I think it would be best if we stood on the porch and rang the doorbell.”

Questions were not asked, for this was a special child. Sam, Heather and Sheila did exactly that; they released the cat named Josie, walked outside, closed the front door and, standing on the wraparound porch, rang the doorbell. They waited exactly thirty-six seconds and then the door was opened by Mrs. Kramer.

“May I help you?” the lady of the house said, looking quite healthy and none-the-worse-for-wear.

The young child, a special child in a ladybug jacket, smiled at the old woman.

“No thank you, Mrs. Kramer. We just stopped by to wish you a fine day, and to thank you for all the service you do in the community.”

The old woman beamed upon hearing those words.

“Well thank you, child! Excuse me, but do I know you? You’ll have to excuse me. I’m afraid I’m feeling a bit confused this morning. Of all the silly things to do, I’m afraid I fell asleep on the floor and I can’t imagine how that happened.”

The child named Sheila reached out and held the old woman’s hand.

“My name is Sheila, Mrs. Kramer, and these are my parents, Heather and Sam, and to answer your question no, we have never met, but we are friends as all people should be, and we are one, as all people should be, and now we must let you go so you can go read to the children. Again, thank you for all that you do.”

And with that Sheila, her mother and her father turned and began walking down the steps. They had just completed their downward trek when Sheila turned around.

“And Mrs. Kramer, your husband Kevin says he loves you.”

Come on People, Love One Another

I’ll leave you with the words of the Youngbloods echoing in my mind. Thanks for joining me for another chapter and I hope you have a love-filled day.

2016 William D. Holland (aka billybuc)


Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 20, 2016:

You and me both, Marlene! As a parent, it would be fascinating and, I would think, a bit challenging on the best of days.

Marlene Bertrand from USA on July 20, 2016:

This back story adds a tremendous amount of depth to the original story. I am excited to continue learning about Sheila. I just can't imagine what it would be like to have a child with Sheila's gift.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 19, 2016:

You betcha, Sha!

Shauna L Bowling from Central Florida on July 18, 2016:

Ah, yes. Thanks, Bill!

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 18, 2016:

Delilah, Sha, and she will reappear in Chapter six...coming Wednesday.

Shauna L Bowling from Central Florida on July 18, 2016:

I love the ladybug jacket. I was wondering when the significance to the ladybug in 12/59 would show. I'm sorry, but I forget the ladybug's name. If you don't want to spoil it for those who haven't read the book yet, I can look it up when I get home.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 18, 2016:

Thank you Maria. You are a doll for catching up with this series. Thank you and....



Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 18, 2016:

Most definitely not long enough, Michael my friend.

Maria Jordan from Jeffersonville PA on July 17, 2016:

In a short time, I feel very well acquainted with Sheila - and I see why you love her character so, dear Bill.

Wishing you a lovely week and will be back soon to keep going - you know I'm a sucker for a feel-good read... Love, Maria

Michael Milec on July 17, 2016:

Oh Bill length of one life-span here on earth is not long enough...

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 17, 2016:

And Lawrence, it's good to have you catch up...thank you!

Lawrence Hebb on July 16, 2016:


So good to catch up with Sheila and her family.


Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 16, 2016:

Michael my friend, it does not surprise me at all that you found the hidden meaning in this story. I wish we were neighbors, Michael. We would enjoy many hours of wonderful conversations.

Michael Milec on July 15, 2016:

What a splendid family atmosphere living in the world unpoluted by TV invasion and of forceful poisening of hollywood appetite. Sam, Heather and Sheila are living closest possible to the Garden of Eden athmospehere where the voce of the Creator was heard clearly leading to aboundant life with friends "as all people should be."

Not all is lost though, the reports are coming from different parts of our globe as "Mrs. Kramer" are being guided back from supposed " sleeping" as we speak.

Your article is a "waking call" to a lethargic spiritualism.

Good night my friend and blessed weekend.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 15, 2016:

It really was, MizB.....she is a pleasure to know. Her comments are always meaningful.

Doris James MizBejabbers from Beautiful South on July 15, 2016:

What a precious story from Missy. I enjoyed it as much as I do some of the hubs on HP.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 15, 2016:

Missy, I love your memories. What great ones you just shared. It was a simpler time for sure back then. We had next door neighbors who came out west on the Oregon Trail. I would go to their house and they would tel me stories and I felt like the king of the world, all the attention being given to me, a seven year old.....anyway, I'll stop before I ramble on. Thank you! I'm so glad you are enjoying these trips through my mind.

Take care and Happy Weekend to you!

Missy Smith from Florida on July 14, 2016:

This story is captivating in the way this little girl constructs her magic. I love how she tells her parents that they need to go outside and ring the doorbell. Brilliant!

I remember when I was like ten years old, and we used to drive to the North Georgia mountains where my mom was raised and where my grandmother, her mom, still lived. She lived in apartments for the elderly, the ones who had to live on a fixed income. It was Summer, and I had brought my bike along with me that Summer. All the old couples and even the widowed ones would sit out on their porches to escape the heat, because back then the air wasn't used much for some reason, except at night. Windows open and fans blowing were the norm during the day. Anyway, I would ride my bike up and down through these apartments and wave hello, until one day I just got curious enough to ride up to one of the old couples who sat on their porch every day, and I said hello and asked if I could sit with them for a little while? After that, I came everyday and sat a spell with them. I loved sitting with them. They were sooo nice, and so genuine. I made friends with several there that Summer. I would go in the garden if I saw this one old man in it. The apartment manager told him he could plow one up in the field beside the grounds, and so he did. He loved being in that garden, and I do believe he enjoyed the visits from me and my younger sister when she decided to tag along. He was very humble and quiet, but he would crack a smile once in a while, and tell us what we could do to help if we wanted to. He Wore overalls all the time, everyday. :) In the evening, when lightning bugs came out, we would be in a circle under Granny Wilburn's tree just swatting gnats, and catching lightning bugs with our mason jars, while chatting about nothing in-particular. Granny Wilburn wasn't my Granny; she was my Granny's best friend there, her neighbor. I'll always remember that Summer. I will cherish those times forever. It's the simple pleasures that seem to be forgotten in time now.

I love reading your stories, Bill. They take me back to such wonderful times somehow. I hope you don't mind me sharing them here. I can't help it. They pop in my head when I read something familiar about my own life in your story; Mrs. Kramer being the sweet old lady, and Shelia instinctively knowing that. I have a feeling that Mrs. Kramer and Shelia will become great friends soon. :)

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 04, 2016:

I'm so happy to hear that, Sparrow! Thank you!

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 04, 2016:

I love that, Deb.....you are a beautiful human being.

Rochelle Ann De Zoysa from Moratuwa, Sri Lanka on July 04, 2016:

I'm beginning to enjoy this story :)

Deb Hirt on July 03, 2016:

a lady just posted today about her dog named Doogie with heart problems that would kill him. I posted that I loved him, too.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on July 03, 2016:

Thank you Genna! Sheila is my favorite character. She reminds me of my early beginnings as a writer, but more importantly she reminds me of love.

Genna East from Massachusetts, USA on July 02, 2016:

“And Mrs. Kramer, your husband Kevin says he loves you.” What a perfect way to end this chapter, Bill. I join your readers in being so taken with sweet Sheila, and look forward to reading what happens next. :-)

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on June 30, 2016:

Love, MizB! When we give up on love we give up on life, or so it seems to me. :) Thank you for enjoying my Sheila!

Doris James MizBejabbers from Beautiful South on June 30, 2016:

Bill, I just read your Chapter four and realized that somehow I missed this one so I had to backtrack. Little Sheila is a wonder, isn't she. I like this series because it is about how love conquers all, in the spiritual sense.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on June 29, 2016:

Shannon, I love your description of Sheila....she is an old soul for sure....and I suspect you are as well, my friend. Thank you...enjoy that song!

Shannon Henry from Texas on June 28, 2016:

Sheila is such an old soul for such a young age. For some reason, I keep thinking of "The Green Mile" after I read this story, though it isn't really like that, except in maybe the ability of the main character in that story and Sheila. I have to admit, though, I am intrigued enough to want to read the original novel now. :)

Oh, and by the way . . .guess what song is now in my head. haha

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on June 27, 2016:

Intrigued is good, Flourish. Thank you!

FlourishAnyway from USA on June 27, 2016:

Just started reading this and am intrigued. Going back to find what I missed.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on June 27, 2016:

Thank you Vellur! More coming soon.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on June 27, 2016:

Aw, thanks so much, Rasma! I'm glad.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on June 27, 2016:

Thank you very much, DDE!

Nithya Venkat from Dubai on June 26, 2016:

Great write, filled with hope and warmth.

Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on June 26, 2016:

This was awesome. It sure made me smile.

Devika Primić from Dubrovnik, Croatia on June 25, 2016:

Awesome! So glad you writing your heart away here!

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on June 24, 2016:

Thank you whonu. I appreciate that very much.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on June 24, 2016:

Thank you, Pop! Coincidentally, Hope is Sheila's granddaughter.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on June 24, 2016:

Buildreps, I'm practicing my craft, my friend, and I thank you for noticing the change in pace.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on June 24, 2016:

Thank you Alicia. I will settle for "sweet" any old day.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on June 24, 2016:

Dora, thank you! I know for sure that Sheila will never lead us down the wrong path.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on June 24, 2016:

Shyron, I think it's safe to state that this made Mrs. Kramer's day. Yes indeed!

blessings and thanks always

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on June 24, 2016:

Bill, it's from a repressed childhood with no friends. I had to invent friends to keep me company. LOL Thanks so much!

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on June 24, 2016:

Thank you Eric. I love living in a fantasy land. LOL Sometimes it's better than reality.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on June 24, 2016:

Thank you PS! So glad you like it, but who better to like a story about angels than you. Sending yours back laden with hugs and blessings.

whonunuwho from United States on June 24, 2016:

Nice words from a nice guy. Thank you my friend. whonu

breakfastpop on June 24, 2016:

Keep this story going. Just reading it, fills me with hope.

Buildreps from Europe on June 24, 2016:

Fascinating story, Bill. This story runs at a much slower pace than we are used from you. Looking forward to the next part.

Linda Crampton from British Columbia, Canada on June 23, 2016:

This is a sweet story, Bill I wish there were really people like Sheila in the world.

Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on June 23, 2016:

It seems that Sheila will lead not only her parents, but also your readers into the joy of humanity at its best. Anxious to follow her noble deeds!

Shyron E Shenko from Texas on June 23, 2016:

Bless sweet Sheila, this must have really made Mrs. Kramer's day.

I will be back for chapter four.

Blessings my friend

Bill De Giulio from Massachusetts on June 23, 2016:

Well isn't this getting interesting? You do have a creative mind. Don't know how you come up with these story lines. Looking forward to seeing where this goes.

Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on June 23, 2016:

Whahoo! That was great. You have created a wonderful world.

Patricia Scott from North Central Florida on June 23, 2016:

O, yes, I do like stories like this one, bill. You have reeled me in...waiting waiting.... :D

Angels are once again headed your way bringing blessings ps


Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on June 23, 2016:

Thank you Zulma! She is a sweetie, isn't she? Reminds me a bit of my own Bev. :) wink-wink!

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on June 23, 2016:

Thank you Venkatachari M. Sheila will always remain my favorite character and I'm so glad you enjoy her.

Zulma Burgos-Dudgeon from United Kingdom on June 23, 2016:

Nice story, Bill. Sheila is such a special character. I'm enjoying reading about how she got her start.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on June 23, 2016:

Ann, what a lovely thought, less footage of the ugliness and more to the beauty, but I'm afraid we'll never see that day. Ugly sells...catastrophe sells....we, as a society, glue ourselves to the television waiting for the next serving of misery and then thank the gods it didn't happen to us.

Gee, a bit cynical today, Bill! LOL

Have a wonderful weekend, my friend.


Ann Carr from SW England on June 23, 2016:

Lovely, lovely story, bill. We need more stories like this to cheer us up and enhance our days. I do wish more things like this happened in the world around us. When it comes down to it there are, in fact, many people in the world who do good and help others. Why oh why don't we hear about them on the news, instead of all the evil in the world? I wonder if it would lessen if we gave less footage to it all - what do you think?

It's obvious that love and kindness rule your world. Have a great day and a super weekend, bill.


Venkatachari M from Hyderabad, India on June 23, 2016:

Beautiful story. Sheila is becoming more and more a sweet child. It ended so quickly. Looking for next edition.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on June 23, 2016:

That was my goal, Linda, so thanks for the affirmation. I'm evidently on the right track.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on June 23, 2016:

Thanks Larry! I appreciate it.

Linda Lum from Washington State, USA on June 23, 2016:

Bill, I'm totally on board for this one. And the last line (from Sheila) gave me shivers.

Larry Rankin from Oklahoma on June 23, 2016:

This is developing nicely. I look forward to further editions.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on June 23, 2016:

Thank you so much, Meg. I appreciate it.

DreamerMeg from Northern Ireland on June 23, 2016:

Great story, enjoying it very much. She has great parents to help her.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on June 23, 2016:

Thank you Ruby! I am totally enjoying writing this book piece by piece. So glad you are enjoying it.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on June 23, 2016:

I'm glad you enjoyed it, Janine! I love these characters and I'm so happy you do as well.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on June 23, 2016:

Thank you Manatita! I figure a little sweetness won't hurt any of us.

Ruby Jean Richert from Southern Illinois on June 23, 2016:

This was a great way to start my day. If we only had more Sheila's in the world. I love your ' good feeling ' story.

Janine Huldie from New York, New York on June 23, 2016:

Aw, such a beautiful edition to your angels story today and definitely put a smile on my face. Happy Thursday now and wishing you a wonderful weekend ahead, too!! :)

manatita44 from london on June 23, 2016:

Sweet! I believe the New Zealanders say this. A charming tale indeed and wise words to end it as per your usual good self. Great Hub!

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