Her surprise wasn't feigned; neither was her firm refusal. "Oh, it's nothing like that. It's just, Omar is usually loving and attentive but ever since he got to Vancouver he's been secretive. Spending time locked away in his room." Her eyes pooled with tears. "I think he's having an affair and the Angel is a jealous husband."

Kind of a convoluted logic and it didn't account for the feather, but I cut her some slack.

"The angel is human, you're right about that." I searched ...