Angel
- You deserve it – I answered and turned my back to leave – by the way, I came to tell you that Angel is coming back home.
- Who? - my son asked me, showing on his face that he didn't know who I was talking about. There are days when I feel surrounded by idiots.
- Angel. Your childhood friend. Brady's son. – I told him without the slightest patience, while I watched the girl run past me, thank God, dressed, and make a small bow saying “Luna”.
My son sits up, scratching his head.
- That Angel. I thought he was going to stay in England. Is he not a member of the River Ash Pack?