She decided to start with the dishes. Genesis was almost out detergent and the left glove had a hole in the fingertip, but Angela made do. She put everything back where it seemed to belong and stepped out of the kitchen.
She gathered up all the clothes on the floor and loaded them into a washing machine in a shared laundry room. Next she grabbed a garbage bag from the kitchen and went to work on the rest of the mess.
She carried the bag out to the curb and grabbed her phone, dialed Dr. Hassan’s number. She waited on hold for a few minutes before he finally picked up.
“Hello?” he said.
“Uh, hi, it’s Angela,” she said. “Is this a bad time?”
“Not at all,” he said. “Is something wrong? It’s not the wings still, is it?”
“No, those went away just like you said,” she replied. “I’m actually calling for a friend. She’s been having some… emotional issues, and she needs someone to talk to. I thought maybe you might know somebody who could help her.”
There was silence on the line for a moment.
“I will make some calls,” Hassan said. “I’m sure someone will be able to squeeze her in.”
“Thank you so much,” Angela said. “I really appreciate this.”
“I’m happy to help,” he said. “Honestly, I’m just relieved that you’re making friends.”
“So am I,” she said, smiling. “Anyway, I should probably let you go….”
“Can I ask you one question first?” he said.
“Okay,” she said.
“Before the wings went away,” he said, “did you fly?”
“Yeah,” she replied.
“Did you enjoy it?”
She stared down at the ground and said, “I did.”
He was silent again.
“Have a good evening, Angela,” he said.
“You too,” she said, and hung up.