“He thinks I'm an angel. What would an angel say?”
“This question is posed to mayself, am I a man who thinks he's an angel? Or an angel who thinks he's a man?”
“I think I'm more of a guardian angel girl.”
“Angel exists; and I believe in angels but I'm not an angel; no one can be an angel; just we can be straight.”
“You're an angel", Luce said, "I'm in love with an angel".”
“I'm not beautiful, Becca. Only women are.""On the contrary." She gave him a most tender look. "Angels are,too."He groaned and rolled her under him again. "I'm not an angel,either. Angels don't have carnal thoughts like these." He kissed her deeply.”