When Angels Sing: Chapter Five

Updated on July 7, 2016

Time Marches On

Thanks so much for joining me again as we take a look at the early years of our love child, Sheila, a young lady with some pretty spectacular gifts.

Today we leap ahead three years. Sheila is eight and she continues to develop her gifts while her parents support her and try to keep her balanced. As you might suspect if you are the parent of a “gifted” child, there are days that can be a bit trying.

Our story today begins as the sun rises over Olympia, Washington in early January, 1967. Sam McCabe and Heather Miller, Sheila’s parents by adoption, are making breakfast on a cast iron stove in the kitchen of their 1890’s farmhouse.

Morning has broken on the farm
Morning has broken on the farm | Source

Rise and Shine

“She was up late again last night, Heather,” Sam said to his wife, who at that moment was pulling fresh bread out of the oven. He was salivating over the bread. He was salivating over his wife. It was, to say the very least, quite a dilemma. Which to savor first? Perhaps both at the same time? A little nibble of Heather, a little nibble of bread, food for the body, food for the soul, these were Sam’s thoughts that morning, normal thoughts for Sam for he was a reflective man, a thoughtful man and yes, a lustful man.

Heather knew her man well.

“Get the strawberry preserve from the cupboard, Sam, and place a dollop upon my inner thigh, and then I think we should…..oh, good morning, Sheila my darling, did you sleep well?”

Sheila shuffled into the kitchen clutching her ladybug stuffed toy and wiping sleep from her eyes, green eyes they were, sparkling jade windows to a soul filled with wonder and love. Her black hair, blacker than black, black as the deepest void, black so black as to appear blue, fell across her face and cascaded down her back, contrasting so starkly with the ivory whiteness of her skin. Her nightgown was filthy, stained with mud and dirt, with little twigs stuck to it, clinging to it, afraid, evidently, to let go and fall to earth.

“I love you, Mother. I love you, Father,” was all she said as she found the Cheerios in the cupboard and poured some in a bowl.

Sam felt it his duty to inquire about the disheveled appearance of his beautiful child.

“Sheila, darling, why are you so dirty this morning and good morning, my little cherub, I love you too?”

She brushed the blackness from her face and treated her father to a smile usually reserved for the angels, an “everything is all right” smile, a “wipe away your troubles” smile, and although it seemed impossible, Sam could have sworn he heard violins in the distance.

“I traveled to Iowa last night, Father, and I’m afraid I got a bit dirty while helping Sally.”

Poor Sally, that must have hurt!
Poor Sally, that must have hurt! | Source

What The?????

As if that explained it all and, in truth, it did, for Sheila had this gift, this “knock your socks off” and “capsize your sanity” gift, the ability to travel through different dimensions, twenty years backwards, ten years forwards, spin the crazy wheel of life, wherever she was “needed,” there she was, and evidently Sally needed her the previous night, whomever Sally was, or is, oh my goodness, it’s all so confusing for this writer and teller of tales.

Sam decided it was best if he returned his attention and concentration to the strawberry preserves, perhaps wishing and hoping for Heather’s suggestion to become a reality, which meant further explanation was now the responsibility of Heather.

“And what was happening in Iowa, Sheila?” Heather dutifully asked.

Sheila’s cheeks, by that point, were bulging with Cheerios, so the answer to the inquiry was delayed while serious chewing occurred. Finally, though, beautiful Sheila was able to respond.

“Sally had a tractor problem, Mother, or to be more precise, the tractor ran over her, she died and Sally was asking for my help and, well, I was there and there you are. My goodness that baked bread smells wonderful. Would it be possible for me to have some, Mother, and why is Father staring so longingly at the strawberry preserve?”

Yes, Sheila had a gift.

“She is quite well now, though,” said the raven-haired cherub. “And she sends her love to you two, and isn’t that what this is all about, Mother, Father, love, sweet love?”

Indeed!

Sheila as an adult
Sheila as an adult | Source

Later That Day

Heather was teaching her daughter how to sew, Sam was trying to get the old well pump to work properly, and Sally was doing whatever Sally normally did in Iowa when she wasn’t flattened underneath a tractor, when a car drove up the driveway and stopped in front of their home. Well, not Sally’s home, but you get the picture.

From the car emerged a rolly-polly man, a man in need of a diet, a man who never saw a chocolate éclair he didn’t like, and that man walked up the steps, walked across the porch and knocked on the front door. Sheila jumped off her mother’s lap and answered the door, smiling that smile while doing so.

“May I help you?” she asked, blinding the stranger with radiant love.

The mound of flesh blinked rapidly upon seeing the child, as if his eyes could not handle the brightness they looked upon.

“Good afternoon, young lady! May I speak to your mother or father?”

The question proved to be a bit of a waste since, at that moment, Heather came to the door, joining her daughter with her own dazzling smile.

“May I help you? I’m Heather Miller and this is my daughter, Sheila.”

The man took off his hat.

“And I’m Ike Turner and I’m a reporter for the Daily Olympian. I’m here, Missus Miller, because of your daughter. We received a call to our office from an anonymous caller telling us about your daughter and some rather remarkable gifts she has. Now I must tell you, what this caller told us sounded so preposterous, well, our editor said it was just hogwash and not worth our time, but then a second call came to the office and well, where there’s smoke there is usually fire, don’t you know?”

Sheila tilted her head and squinted those marble eyes.

“But there’s no fire here, Mister Turner. There isn’t even some smoke, unless you’re talking about this morning when Mother burned a batch of cookies. Is that what you’re here for, Mister Turner? Are you writing a story about burned cookies?”

Sheila, you see, could play obtuse as well as anyone alive, and playing she was at that moment, the innocent child unable to comprehend the complicated ramblings of an adult. Her sweet face of innocence pleaded for understanding while her complicated mind plotted a trajectory guaranteed to deliver her to safety.

Mister Turner was persistent as well as rotund.

“This caller told us about a child who was able to, well, give life to dead animals, a squirrel here, a rabbit there, all manner of resurrections happening on this farm, and that child was named Sheila and, well, here I am to see for myself.”

At which point the child Sheila reached out and held Mister Turner’s hand and he immediately collapsed to the floor, out cold as it were.

“I’ll get the smelling salts,” said Heather.

Ten Minutes Later

Mister Turner opened his eyes and was greeted by a smiling Heather and Sheila.

“I’m afraid, Mister Turner, that you fainted,” said Heather. “Thankfully you did not hurt yourself in the fall. Now then, tell us again why you are visiting us?”

“Oh, excuse me, goodness gracious, well, it was some nonsense about your daughter and resurrections, but I can see that it was, in fact, just silliness and, well, I’m sorry to have wasted your time. You have a wonderful day now, and thank you for your time.”

And with that the humpty-dumpty man walked out the front door, crossed the lawn and opened his car door. Just as he was about to climb into the driver’s seat, Sheila cried out.

“Mister Turner, your father says hello, and he wants to remind you to love yourself. Stop eating donuts, Mister Turner, or you’ll end up like your father.” And then she waved, he waved and off he drove, more confused now than a thousand politicians.

“What a nice man,” Heather said.

“Yes, he was, Mother,” replied Sheila.

“His father’s dead now isn’t he, darling?”

“Mother, how many times must I tell you? Where there is love there is no death.”

Ta Ta for Now

I leave you with those words. “Where there is love there is no death.” They have special meaning to me and I hope the same for you.

Until next week….do all things with love.

2016 William D. Holland (aka billybuc)

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      Bill Holland 14 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Shannon, you crack me up. I love your sense of humor.

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      shanmarie 14 months ago

      I read this, but I see that I never commented. This must be where I left off. . . I must continue. LOL. I was about to say we need bookmarks for websites, but then I realized we do have bookmarks for websites. But not the kind I need! hahaha

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      Bill Holland 15 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Deb, you never know with Sheila! That's why she's so adorable. She looks cute but she's always up to something.

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      Deb Hirt 15 months ago

      The best part was at the end, where the nosy reporter forgot why he was even there. Was a dream conjured up, especially for him?

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      Bill Holland 16 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you Sparrow! Sheila is my favorite character and I never grow tired of writing about her.

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      rdsparrowriter 16 months ago

      Sheila seems an interesting girl :) You are making me so curious whenever I come to the end of reading a chapter Sir Billy :)

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      Bill Holland 16 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Maria, you are so kind. I love that description...develop a character from the inside out...thank you so much for that.

      love,

      bill

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      Maria Jordan 16 months ago from Jeffersonville PA

      You develop a character from the inside out - with Ike Turner, this was a huge undertaking... ;)

      You ARE famous...to us. The rest will follow, I do believe this. Love, Maria

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      Bill Holland 16 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Indeed, Zulma!

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      Zulma Burgos-Dudgeon 16 months ago from United Kingdom

      All the better.

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      Bill Holland 16 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Zulma, Bev is Sheila, so there's no getting away from her. LOL

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      Zulma Burgos-Dudgeon 16 months ago from United Kingdom

      Bill, you live with Sheila and all your characters every day. Some days they stop for a visit, other days they're living their lives so they can come back and tell you about it. I think you've got a pretty good deal. And you never have to worry about them throwing noisy parties. :)

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      Bill Holland 16 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Marlene, I've created a character I want to live next door to but will never be able to. Sigh! LOL

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      Marlene Bertrand 16 months ago from Northern California, USA

      Oh my goodness, that Sheila is such a hoot. Sweet innocence, she is. I love her to pieces!

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      Bill Holland 16 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Michael my friend, Sheila is so much more profound than I am. I'm so happy you are enjoying the story and the message.

      blessings to you, Michael

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      Michael Milec 16 months ago

      Either slowly or gradually your hero, my friend is introducing us to real-spiritual realm, the world need yet to be discern "Where there is love there is no death".

      Sighing.

      How profound! Love (God the Creator) manifesting the love - by gaving his best he has, so that we can have life-love endlessly. Yes , without death. ( Known to me by living it.)

      Peace with us.

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      Bill Holland 16 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Oh Sha, I do love writing a backstory. It's so much easier than writing the original novel. LOL I'm glad you're enjoying it.

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      Shauna L Bowling 16 months ago from Central Florida

      Sheila certainly has a knack for showing up just before her parents act on their desires. Is she making an effort to ensure she remains the only child? :-)

      I find it interesting that Sheila took measures to redirect humpty dumpty's curiosity about her abilities, then turned around and let him know in no uncertain terms that she communicates with the dead. If that's not reason to pursue a story I don't know what is!

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      Bill Holland 16 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Prankish is a word, Dora, at least it is for me and yes, it describes Sheila perfectly when she's in one of her "moods." Thank you!

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      Dora Weithers 16 months ago from The Caribbean

      Bill, those words are just right for me at this time. I enjoyed the prankish ( is that a word?) side of Sheila.

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      Bill Holland 16 months ago from Olympia, WA

      For sure, Lawrence. It would never be boring around that house. LOL

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      Lawrence Hebb 16 months ago

      Bill

      I can well imagine a child that gifted would be a handful, but the kind of 'handful' every parent wishes for!

      Great story.

      Lawrence

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      Bill Holland 17 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Vellur, thank you....she is a wonder for surre.

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      Nithya Venkat 17 months ago from Dubai

      Sheila is gifted with the power to help people across distances whenever they are in need, just like a guardian angel. Another great write.

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      Bill Holland 17 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you as always, Missy! I think Mr. Turner probably had a strong shot of whiskey after that. LOL

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      Missy Smith 17 months ago from Florida

      Another great installment to this series. This one had me chuckling at the flabbergasted Mister Turner, and fantasizing of what it would be like to actually have a gift like Sheila's. Looking forward to the next installment. :)

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      Bill Holland 17 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you Frank! That's kind of you to say. Writing novels requires that type of patience. If we just told the story, wham, bam, the book would be twenty pages long. LOL

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      Frank Atanacio 17 months ago from Shelton

      You know what I find about your story as I continue through the chapters.. your story is patient, kind of waiting for us to read... we're the impatient ones and stories like these fall into the Robert Parker type stories.. patient.. and they wait for the readers.. :)

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      Bill Holland 17 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Aw, thanks Linda! You'll always find love in my stories, even when I'm writing about a vigilante called Billy the Kid. LOL Happy Sunday my friend.

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      Linda Lum 17 months ago from Washington State, USA

      Bill, sorry to be so tardy (it's been a busy week). You gave us everything in this episode--lust, beauty, time-travel, mind-altering, messages from the beyond. But most of all--LOVE! There is so much love from this beautiful child.

      Good golly you sure know how to write a story!!!

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      Bill Holland 17 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Larry, I'm afraid you might be correct in that assessment, and that depresses me. :) Thanks my friend.

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      Larry Rankin 17 months ago from Oklahoma

      I'm finding more redeeming qualities in fiction than real life of late.

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      Bill Holland 17 months ago from Olympia, WA

      And Sheila loves you, Pop! Thank you!

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      Bill Holland 17 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you Alicia! It just came to me at the very end.

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      Bill Holland 17 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you Bill! Sheila has never let me down, so I am pretty sure the rest of her journey will be interesting. Happy weekend to you. Stay cool!

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      Bill Holland 17 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Maybe famous in my own mind, Manatita. LOL I still have some work to do, my friend.

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      breakfastpop 17 months ago

      I love Sheila.....

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      Linda Crampton 17 months ago from British Columbia, Canada

      "Where there is love there is no death." What a lovely thought!

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      Bill De Giulio 17 months ago from Massachusetts

      Hi Bill. Have a little catching up to do but a great chapter here. Sheila is one mysterious little gal. Looking forward to reading where the story takes us next. Have a great weekend.

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      manatita44 17 months ago from london

      Ha ha... I thought that you were already famous! You just might have to make do with the opulence-nectar of the Heart and pray that the Man upstairs notices. (Chuckle) A diamond for your cheerfulness!

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      Bill Holland 17 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Thanks Manatita.....if I don't become famous soon that may be the only interview we ever see of me. LOL Blessings my friend.

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      Bill Holland 17 months ago from Olympia, WA

      We'll just have to wait and see, Zulma, but it certainly is a possibility. :) Glad you like this so much.

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      Bill Holland 17 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you so much, Judy! I'm just trying to give back what was freely given to me.

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      Bill Holland 17 months ago from Olympia, WA

      One never knows where my muse will lead us, MizB, but it's certainly a possibility. Thanks for the heads-up on that problem.

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      manatita44 17 months ago from london

      Sheila gets cuter and more mysterious. One of your last sentences touched me too. 'Where there is love there is no death.' So Beautiful!

      Nice to see you being interviewed. Great!

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      Zulma Burgos-Dudgeon 17 months ago from United Kingdom

      MizBejabbers makes a good point. Will we be seeing that reporter again? I feel like he might introduce a plot twist later.

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      Judy Specht 17 months ago from California

      Love the videos. Love how you enjoy life and follow your dreams and encourage others to do so. Judy

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      MizBejabbers 17 months ago

      What a neat little interdimensional being you've concocted, Bill. Now I wonder if you are taking the story anywhere with the fat man. You left the door open after what Sheila said to him on his departure. Just curious.

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      Bill Holland 17 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Exactly, Zulma, our Sheila is just very diplomatic....thank God! Thank you so much....when the final novel happens is a matter for conjecture, but we can always hope it will be sooner rather than later.

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      Bill Holland 17 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Flourish, that's one place you'll never find Heather and Sam...church. Maybe a preserve factory? LOL

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      Bill Holland 17 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Ruby, you are never late where angels sing. Thank you for your continued kind words, my friend, and Sheila says hello.

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      Zulma Burgos-Dudgeon 17 months ago from United Kingdom

      Let me see if I understand: Sheila can time travel, resurrect the dead and alter a man's memory, but can't tell her father was having lecherous thoughts about her mother and strawberry preserves? Or is she just very diplomatic and wanted to spare their blushes?

      I cannot wait to see the polished copy of this story and add it to my Kindle collection. Really enjoying this.

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      FlourishAnyway 17 months ago from USA

      The strawberry jam thing made me want to send them both to church. Some of these characters seem to stay um ... unsatisfied ... though if ya know what I mean.

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 17 months ago from Southern Illinois

      I'm late because I had company all evening. This was a wonderful addition to your ongoing story. I love Sheila and her gift of love and rescue. I also love the way you show affection between Heather and Sam, it's funny and respectful yet adds spice to the story. I love this story!!

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      Bill Holland 17 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Venkatachari M, I try to surround myself with people who firmly believe in that truth about love...thank you for sharing your beautiful thoughts.

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      Bill Holland 17 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Shyron, Sheila is the friend we all wish we had. Thank you so much for your kind words.

      blessings to you always

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      Venkatachari M 17 months ago from Hyderabad, India

      Yes, it is true, Bill. Where there is love, there is no death. Love has no death. It is eternal. A beautiful story with beautiful messages. Thanks a lot. Now, looking for next episode.

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      Shyron E Shenko 17 months ago from Texas

      Bill, I love how Sheila beguiles those who would try to capitalize on her gifts.

      Beautifully written

      Blessings and Hugs

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      Bill Holland 17 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you so much, Janine, and Happy Wednesday to you, my faithful friend.

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      Janine Huldie 17 months ago from New York, New York

      Beautiful and love your double meaning. Happy Wednesday to you, too now Bill!!! ;)

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      Bill Holland 17 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Aw, thanks so much, Meg! I really appreciate you buying my book. It's unlike anything I've ever written.

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      DreamerMeg 17 months ago from Northern Ireland

      Great story. I have the 12.59 but am waiting until I get this prequel before starting that.

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