The girl brushed aside some of the willow's branches and peered at
the house. For two weeks it had sat empty. For two
weeks her evening ritual had included walking from her own home to
spy and check if a light would come on or if a familiar silhouette
would appear in the windows. And for two weeks she had been
disappointed and worried. It seemed as if she was destined
to fret for at least one day more.
With a sigh of defeat, JenniAnn settled back against the trunk of
the tree and worked on her Anthropology term paper. For a
lover of symbolism and coiffure, the research for her essay on
"The Symbolic Meaning of Hair" wasn't proving to be very
enticing. Nonetheless, she picked up her copies of Ortner
and Hallpike and tried to read.
But, really, what was the use of learning about the hair
philosophies of some ancient tribe when something very strange was
happening with the follicles of someone very much alive?
Someone for whom she cared very deeply... She set down the
books, stood up, and began to pace about beneath the tree.
At first it had been funny... something she and the other girls
joked around about over coffee. For the nearly three years
they had known the angel of death, Andrew had never had so much as
a stray whisker on his cheeks or chin. Then came the
goatee. Then away went the goatee. Then returned the
goatee. Then a shave. Then again with the
goatee. And that was to say nothing about the hair growing
out of his scalp. It had been quite short for the duration
of their friendships with him. Then he seemed to be ready to
grow it out again... the prospect of which had sent more than a
few hearts fluttering.
JenniAnn self-consciously hid her blush behind her own hair when
she recalled Andrew's
return that September, after an absence of nearly a month, with
his shaggy mane. He'd become more attractive if that
was possible. She
remembered wanting to run her hand through his hair. But there'd been something else...
some quality she couldn't identify that, nonetheless, made her
love him more. Even when he'd cut his hair, the quality had
remained as had her amped up feelings.
JenniAnn shook her head. Swooning over the Andrew of
September wasn't going to help her get to the bottom of whatever
was going on with the current Andrew.
The jokes with the other girls had dried up. They'd all
grown genuinely concerned for their friend. Andrew was not a
vain person. He wasn't the type to spend hours in front of a
mirror. Why then all the indecisiveness with his
appearance? It put JenniAnn in mind of a teenager trying to
figure out who he was and not having much luck with it. But
surely Andrew... ever mature, ever stable... wasn't that
God help them all if he was! God help her... What was
a twenty year old supposed to do with an immortal... who she was
seriously beginning to suspect she was in love with despite the
obvious futility of it... in the grips of an identity
And then it hit her. She remembered when her grandpa had
died. There had been mornings when she couldn't summon the
energy to even brush her hair. She was tired. She was
allowed it to be chopped off... not even wanting to bother with
Was that it? Had Andrew's goatees come about simply because
some days he couldn't summon the energy to shave? Did he
shave? He never looked slovenly so obviously he was taking
care of himself but maybe shaving was just too much to deal
with. And had he cut his hair for the same reason? Was
he upset? What could he possibly be grieving? He lived
Andrew was on earth an awful lot... And then in
Dyeland... And it had been a rough year in both
places. JenniAnn cringed when she remembered finding him in
tears after Tess had developed Alzheimer's. As much as she
hated to admit it, he hadn't really seemed the same since. His smiles took longer to form then
faded more quickly. He didn't laugh as much. And the
disappearing/reappearing goatee had surfaced not much later.
Yet, Andrew had become more affectionate. Never, ever
clingy... JenniAnn knew that was her domain. But he seemed
to linger in a hug longer. He reached for people's hands
more often. When she reached out to him first, he was less
likely to draw away than he had been before. JenniAnn had
happily accepted that particular change, justifying it as a perk
of no longer being a teenager. However, as she made note of
all the changes in Andrew, the increased affection seemed less
benign. Was it a cry for help she'd missed? That they
all had missed? But surely he would have said something if
he was truly upset!
Or not... Andrew was their center, their heart, their
rock. And he knew it. And he wouldn't do anything to
jeopardize that. Maybe not even tell them if he was upset...
Her friend was hurting and JenniAnn had been too wrapped up in her
schoolwork and her giddy little crush to even notice! As
tears stung her eyes, she bolted out from under the willow tree
and ran smack into something warm, soft, and very solid.
The "object" drew in a ragged breath.
Shocked, JenniAnn pulled away and found herself staring up at
Andrew. She gasped when she saw his red-rimmed eyes and
"What's wrong?" they asked each other in unison prompting dual
"You first," Andrew encouraged, gently brushing at her tears with
his gloved hand.
"You've been somewhere cold," she remarked.
The angel avoided her gaze. "It was a little chilly."
She winced when his voice cracked on the word "chilly."
"JenniAnn, come on, tell me what's wrong," Andrew prodded.
She studied him, noting that he was beginning to shut himself
off. "Y-you," she stuttered.
Andrew let his hand drop and stepped away. Of course today
would be the day JenniAnn would finally get over her crush.
He'd wanted her to. For her sake. But today? He
couldn't bear anyone else leaving him. He'd had enough good
byes for one day.
"I didn't mean it like that!" the woman cried and grabbed his hand
before he could retreat further. "There's nothing...
absolutely nothing wrong with you! Or at least... I mean...
there's nothing about you I don't like. B-but..."
Andrew took a step nearer. He'd avoided making more than
fleeting eye contact with her, not wanting JenniAnn to pick up on
his own distress. However, his concern for her trumped
that. She seemed disoriented. But she also seemed
unchanged in her attachment to him. "But what?" he asked,
setting his other hand over hers.
"You've obviously been crying and pretty much everything about you
these past few months has... has..." JenniAnn drew in a deep
breath then let it out slowly. "Are you depressed?" she
The angel was silent and stared at the ground. He thought
he'd done a better job of masking the increasing feelings of
loneliness and melancholy he sometimes felt. Clearly his
attempts hadn't spared JenniAnn and possibly not the others,
Made uneasy by Andrew's silence, JenniAnn began to ramble.
"It's just... you seem sad. A lot. Or maybe not a
lot. I don't mean... Or I guess I should say I mean
that I still love having you around. You're not dreary or
anything. It's just... you've seemed down more often than
I've ever known you to be sad. And I know I haven't really
been there for you like I should and..."
Andrew jerked his head up. "That's not true!"
"I've been gone or distracted a lot with school..."
"You're twenty years old, JenniAnn! You're doing exactly
what you should be doing."
"It's no excuse. It shouldn't have taken me til this
afternoon to realize... you're hurting, aren't you? And you
have been for a while."
"I'm fine, JenniAnn. Just fine," Andrew insisted, noting the
young woman looked to be about ten seconds from all out
sobbing. "You know, I'm great." He flashed her a
smile. "Something I've been waiting for for a while has
happened. Just earlier today. A few minutes ago.
Monica got a promotion. She deserves it so much. She's
really grown so much. And I'm so happy for her. Proud
of her. I wish you could have seen how brave she was with
this l-last..." He grimaced when his voice cracked.
The angel noticed that JenniAnn was staring at him with no small
amount of concern. "Last assignment," he continued
breezily. "It's really great. I know Monica will be a
wonderful supervisor and do a lot of good wherever she goes and
Tess is going to start doing some work with..."
JenniAnn gasped as the import of what her friend was *not* saying
hit her. He was being left behind. "Oh,
Andrew..." She hugged him as fresh tears splashed down her
cheeks. "I'm so sorry."
In that moment the little bit of control Andrew had been fighting
for since bidding Monica good bye in the field began to
crumble. If he wasn't going to be able to hop into the
Cadillac and drive off with Monica, Tess, and Gloria for another
assignment; all he had wanted was to go Home. But he wasn't
even being allowed that. Instead the Father had dropped him
in Dyeland where he was dangerously close to breaking down in
front of a girl barely out of her teens who somehow knew that his
heart had shattered only minutes before.
"Isn't there some chance... I mean maybe you can still work with
them?" JenniAnn looked up hopefully, searching his
face. "Maybe tomorrow Monica and Tess'll both just show up
with new proteges and you'll all go and...
The angel opened his mouth to answer her but the lump in his
throat began to ache. He shook his head.
The vestige of cheer faded from the woman's face. "What can
I do for you?"
Andrew continued to silently stare at her. What sort of
answer could he give to that? The truthful ones wouldn't be
right to say: "Promise me you won't leave me, too." "Tell me
I'll never have to say good bye to you." "I'm not sure I can
go back to working alone all the time." That was too much to
put on the shoulders of a human, especially one with her whole
life ahead of her. He wouldn't limit her in that way.
He truly was proud of Monica and he was happy for her.
Despite his pain, he saw the Father's plan. He recognized
that he had been brought into Monica's life to help her learn, to
assist in guiding her down the road the Father planned for
her. In return he'd had a few wonderful years of
friendship. He'd been reunited with Tess. He'd been
blessed with the chance to see Gloria find her own place in the
world, to begin her part in God's plan. And he would be
happy for JenniAnn when the time came for her to walk away from
him. He would be grateful for their memories. He would
hold tight to them when an assignment was difficult. He
couldn't ask for any more than that.
After studying her friend as he mused, JenniAnn rested her head
against his overcoat. She frowned when she felt him shiver
despite their closeness and Dyeland's warm weather.
"It's nothing," Andrew assured her when she looked up at him, her
eyes full of questions. "It really was cold back
there. Residual chills, I guess."
The woman wasn't buying it. Andrew was grieving the loss of
near-daily contact with his friends and their warmth.
That could make a person feel as if ice was pouring through their
veins even on the most sweltering of days. "Residual or
not... I think you're due for a coffee or tea or cocoa or
something. My treat."
Before he could answer, the angel of death noticed the fluttering
of some pages just past the willow's branches. "Don't you
need to get back to your studying?"
JenniAnn had completely forgotten about Hallpike and Ortner and
hair. She stepped away and scooped up the books. "I'll
finish later. And since you've not answered my question,
we'll do it my way. Really I'd like to get some coffee or
such with you. Please."
"But when's the paper due?"
Hands on her hips, JenniAnn glared. "Would you just let me
do this? I promise I'm not using you as an excuse to slack
off, Professor. I have plenty of time."
Andrew inhaled deeply then smiled. The girl was persistent
and he couldn't deny the appeal of coffee and company. "I
suppose I could do with some coffee. But maybe
first..." He glanced at JenniAnn with her flowy green linen
dress that was much more suitable for Dyeland's early Spring than
his own clothes. "You know, we look like a pretty mismatched
pair. And I have enough sense to know I'm the odd
one." He grinned at her. "I think I'd like to change
first. If that's allowed."
"Tis. I'll wait on your porch." Once they'd reached
it, JenniAnn squeezed the angel's hand and let him go. She
stepped back a few paces and looked up to the second floor,
smiling when Andrew's bedroom light at last came on. She
wondered if he felt the same relief in shedding his wintery
ensemble that she did when ridding herself of clothing that had
become synonymous with personal tragedy. She doubted they'd
ever see that particular coat or those gloves again.
When Andrew reappeared he was wearing jeans of a darker wash and
an olive green shirt, the buttons of which had been partially left
undone. JenniAnn stifled a giggle.
"Much better," Andrew declared. "Now how about we head on
over to Monica's Ca..."
JenniAnn wrested her arm through his. "Yes, let's get to the
Cafe. Maybe some of the others are there." She smiled
brightly at him, hoping to cheer him. She sensed that at
least for a while Monica's Cafe would simply be "the Cafe."
Andrew mirrored her smile and they walked together towards the
small, brick building.
"Do you... do you want to talk about how it happened?" JenniAnn
Andrew shook his head. "Not really." But the scene was
already playing in his head. Giving Monica the watch.
Asking her to remember the good times. Hugging her.
Pulling away. He hadn't even had time to say anything to
Gloria or Tess...
JenniAnn glanced up at the angel's clouded face.
Before they entered, Andrew turned to his friend. "It's not
that I don't trust you or doubt you can handle it. But, you
know... I just can't talk about it yet. It was beautiful and
sad and everyone's going to be doing what they need to do and it's
what the Father wants. That's what's most important."
"Yes," JenniAnn agreed halfheartedly. She couldn't quite
believe that this sorrow Andrew was feeling was really what the
Father wanted. But maybe so. Well she knew that
sometimes He spoke loudest in times of pain. The best she
could do was raise her own voice in love for Andrew as he
struggled. As they stepped inside and noticed Yva and C.J.
waving at them, she knew she wouldn't be alone in that.
Unseen by everyone else, Sam sat in a booth several yards from
where Andrew was being hugged and fussed over by his long-deprived
friends. He felt badly for his former protege. No one
was ever replaced in Andrew's heart and Sam knew that even amidst
these friends, the angel of death missed Monica, Tess, and Gloria.
"It's going to be hard for him," he mused, turning to his side.
"I know," a dark complected, bearded man assented.
Sam smiled. "Of course." He sighed. "He's gotten
used to working with others, Joshua."
"He'll see Monica, Tess, and Gloria again. And when he
does... their friendships will be stronger, unbreakable.
And, in the meantime, he won't be alone, Sam."
"Well, I know you'll be there. You always are but..."
"I didn't mean just me." Joshua smiled. "I move in
mysterious ways, you know." His eyes twinkled beneath his
Sam chuckled. "It does seem I've heard that somewhere.
So do you intend to let me in on a little of this mysterious
way? Is that why I'm here now?"
"I do. You were there from his beginning, after all."
Joshua motioned to Andrew, beaming at him.
"I remember. I remember watching the cascade of greens and
golds and earthen tones coming together as You spoke Andrew into
life. His birth
was beautiful to behold. Your work always is."
"Andrew was formed from
the best and brightest elements of a place I created long
ago. It's always had a special place in my heart."
Sam smiled. Everything He created had a special place in
Joshua's heart. He was near to commenting as such when he
saw Joshua was still intently looking at Andrew and his friends.
"It's special to them, too," he continued without looking
away. "They call it the Fields of Gold."
The supervisor angel looked at Joshua in alarm.
Joshua laughed as he turned back to the angel. "You look so
surprised. Sam, I have a plan for each of you. You
know that. And my plan for Andrew... his path... his walk...
it's always been bound to this place. To these people.
He won't be alone. They'll be with him. Some only for
a short time, others will drift in and out of his life, and still
others will be with him until their last breaths. And
beyond. There will always be people here for him. And
in these past few months our proud, strong, selfless Andrew has
finally started letting them be there for him. He's got a
long way to go... you know how reticent he can be. But he's
learning and he's opening up to them. And when Andrew's own
test comes... he'll have both angels and humans on his side."
"A test?" Sam asked in alarm.
Joshua's brow furrowed. "In time."
"But the enemy's never shown much interest in Andrew. Even
those times he's been in his presence, he focused on Monica or
Tess. I thought Andrew would be spared..." The angel
looked very grave as he stared over at the subject of their
conversation. He saw the newborn angel, full of hope that
hadn't yet known sorrow and strength that hadn't met
"He hasn't neglected Andrew for lack of interest, Sam."
Though he had been frowning, Joshua's face shone with pride when
he looked again at the angel of death. "Andrew frightens
Satan. More than most angels do. And he doesn't like
to feel fear. It reminds him of his own powerlessness, of
how trapped he's made himself."
"He doesn't stand a chance," Sam muttered as the newly created
angel in his mind's eye reverted to the world-weary but
unbreakable, compassionate angel of death sitting across the room.
Joshua smirked. "Trust me. He'll figure that one
out." He laughed as he saw Yva playfully try to hit a
jesting Andrew with a chocolate covered coffee bean only to have
the angel of death catch it and pop it into his mouth
"When will it happen, Joshua?"
"In time," he repeated vaguely.
Sam knew he couldn't press the issue so left it alone. "Are
you going to speak to him today? Let him know he won't be
Joshua looked again at the little group of four with a smile so
tender it would have broken a mortal heart to turn away from
it. "Not like I spoke to Monica today. But I'm in
them. They'll speak for me today. They're who Andrew
most needs to hear from right now."
The angel nodded contently and watched as his Master walked
towards the table. He stood for a few moments at the end of
it. Briefly, he
set his own hand over those of each person at the table. Sam knew Joshua was willing words of
love to the three humans and the angel of death. After
Joshua had finished, he motioned for Sam and they both disappeared
as the four friends continued to joke and catch up.
After their coffee break, C.J. and Yva left for other
commitments. Andrew persuaded JenniAnn to return to her
studies. She thought he had then left for an assignment
or, better yet, returned Home. This hope was dashed,
however, when JenniAnn took a break and noticed a light on in
Andrew's living room. He was home. Something told
her he was alone and not particularly happy about it.
Not knowing what else to do, she made a few sandwiches and
snacks and headed towards Serendipity. She was still
some yards off when she heard the music, loud and
sorrowful. And imperfect. It was no CD Andrew was
listening to. The angel seemed to be playing Grieg's
Piano Concerto in A Minor and it broke JenniAnn's heart.
"Andrew!" she called from the porch. However, her
shouting was drowned out by the music and she feared that
screeching or screaming would only alarm him. She
entered the house and made her way to his living room.
For a moment, she stood in the entry and only watched.
Andrew grimaced as he played and though he didn't appear to be
crying it was obvious he had recently. JenniAnn waited
out the movement, not wanting to deny the angel this
release. When his hands had at last stilled, she called
his name again.
Andrew spun around to face her.
"I... I tried to call for you but you didn't hear and I didn't
want to interrupt and... I brought sandwiches and chips
and some macaroni salad and dessert bars."
Andrew looked tenderly at the woman holding out the
basket. It was not lost on him that she had come bearing
the customary sympathy food of her Midwestern people. He
wasn't very hungry but approached and accepted the basket then
hugged JenniAnn. "Thank you."
"Are you... even close to okay?"
Andrew began to nod then found himself shaking his head
"Let's sit down." JenniAnn guided him to his couch then
sat beside him, hugging his arm.
The angel remembered sitting on another couch with Monica,
trying to console her. But he'd taken a place as far
from her as he could manage. Why had he done that?
Why had he stayed so far when he suspected time with her was
waning? "It's already becoming a blur," he
started, surprising JenniAnn and even himself. "I was
standing there. It was a field near a road. Where
Tess gave Monica her first caseworking assignment."
Andrew looked out the window with a wan smile. "I
watched Gloria tell her good bye. And then she left and
for a few moments I just stared at the spot where Gloria had
been. I should have said something to her before, I
guess. I didn't realize we... we were all going our
separate ways." Andrew brushed at a tear. "And I
also... well, I was stalling. But Tess hung back so I
figured that meant it was my turn to say good bye."
JenniAnn rested her forehead against his shoulder. "Poor
love... sweet Andrew," she whispered.
He squeezed her hand. "I knew... I didn't know when
exactly. But I knew this was coming. Not that
way. But I did. So I'd decided to give
M-Monica..." Andrew took a deep, steadying breath.
"I'd decided to give her my pocket watch. So she could
remember all the good times..."
The woman closed her eyes against the scene she was
"And I pulled her into a hug and then I knew... I knew I had to
let go. So I did. And I told her she'd do great and...
and I turned around. And I walked away. I-I thought
maybe I'd go Home and Tess would follow and Gloria would be there
"But instead you showed up in Dyeland and I bumped into
you." JenniAnn bit her lip and sat up straight, drawing
away. He must have been so disappointed to see only her.
"I wanted to see you, too, JenniAnn. I missed you and Yva
and C.J. Vincent, Catherine... everyone. But my
heart... my heart was so heavy and I wanted to be where... where I
wouldn't feel that anymore but the Father had other ideas and
right now... right now I think maybe I'm seeing why I came
here." Andrew smiled through his tears and pulled her back
to him. "You, Yva, and C.J... you have helped. So
much. Your hugs. Your coming here."
"But you're still so sad!" JenniAnn cried. "It's not
fair! You deserve every happiness and..."
Andrew shook his head. "Many people deserve happiness but
still get hurt. We all learn from the hard times,
JenniAnn. Not just humans. And this pain that I'm
feeling right now... it's taught me something. I'm not the
loner I thought I was. Yeah, there are times I need to be
alone. Everyone needs some solitude. Everyone needs
time alone with God. But I'm not meant to be alone as much
as I thought I was."
"So you believe that's true and that God's going to have you start
working alone, anyway?" the woman asked, trying to keep the edge
out of her voice and regretting that she was failing.
"Sometimes. But not always. I know He'll
provide. He always does." Andrew again looked out the
window, to the starry sky. His smile was less tremulous than
Looking at the angel, JenniAnn knew he was being truthful.
He had great faith that his Father would not let him go on
alone. But she still hated that he was alone that night,
deprived of his friends and the comfort of his Home and...
She paused in her angry musings. Andrew was very much not
alone. What if the Father had brought Andrew to Dyeland, to
her, to their friends because *they* were meant to be the support
and the company Monica, Tess, and Gloria had been? Was that
possible? Even if not, the truth remained that Andrew was
there and so was she. Whatever the future brought, she could
be with him in this time of trouble and grief. But how to
tell him that in a way he'd believe and not shrug off as
post-adolescent idealism? The prospect made her feel nervous
As Andrew sat on the couch, mentally replaying the scene in the
field, JenniAnn stood up and approached his radio. She
flicked it on then played with the dial, bypassing a country
ballad and a hip hop song before being stopped by a haunting
melody. She listened for a few moments then walked back to
"Dance with me?" she requested, holding her hand out to Andrew.
The angel was surprised but readily nodded.
They swayed slowly to the music, listening to the lyrics.
We are the lucky ones
We shine like a thousand suns
When all of the color runs
I'll keep you company
In one glorious harmony
Waltzing with destiny forever
After a few moments,
JenniAnn spoke. "I won't leave you. I know you think
I'm really young and that I'll change and leave you behind.
But... I really don't think I will. I can't say why but... I
just don't. And I know it won't be the same but after your
assignments... if you need to talk or just need company... I'll be
here. And I know our friends feel the same. I know
they do. I mean, sure, some have drifted b-but... someone
will always be here for you, Andrew. Always."
The angel rested his chin on her hair. "Always..." he
repeated when he found the pressure in his throat had lessened
JenniAnn smiled up at him. "Well, on this side or the
Other... yes. Always."
He returned her smile. "Thank you."
the song progressed, the two began to waltz properly. They
moved in elegant circles and Andrew spun his partner
around. They laughed when JenniAnn's hair whipped him in
In the doorway, Joshua watched over them. He closed his
eyes, seeing another time, another dance to the same song.
Andrew sat in the Fields of
Gold, gazing up at the stars and the full moon. His face
was tense, his eyes wearied.
JenniAnn, now grown into a
woman in her thirties but still looking at Andrew with the
same love she'd borne for so long, stepped out of a
cabin. She walked across the lawn then paused to pull a
small device from her pocket. A moment later familiar
strains issued from it. Tears trickled down her cheeks
as she listened to the words and remembered the first night
she had heard them. She had felt so nervous that evening
but it was nothing to the fears that gnawed at her then.
Dance me into the night
Underneath the moon shining
Turning me into the light
Time dances whirling past
I gaze through the looking
And feel just beyond my grasp
The angel of death turned towards the woman. He smiled and
held out his hand.
Mirroring their younger selves, they danced slowly and then
warmed up to an all-out waltz. For those precious minutes,
their worries and her fears melted away. It was only them,
the music, the moon, the stars, and God until the notes died
away and a chill breeze stirred.
"I don't even know what to say," JenniAnn confessed, her voice
Andrew pulled her closer. "That's okay,
Laja. I know what to say. Because it's a lot like
something you told me years ago, after Monica got
promoted. So here it is: I won't leave you. I know
tomorrow will bring trouble and things... they might look bleak
for a while. And I know you're worried that something
might happen that would make me leave here. But... I
really don't think I will. You know, I *know* I
won't. I'll be here. I'll be here for you.
"Always..." JenniAnn echoed.
The angel stroked her
hair. "I know what you can say to me."
JenniAnn stepped away just
enough to look into his eyes. "What is that?"
"Say you'll meet me Saturday
for breakfast. Under the willow tree. Red velvet
Laughing even as she wept,
JenniAnn nodded. "The willow tree, Saturday, I'll bring
the cupcakes." With a sigh, she nuzzled his
shoulder. "I love you, Andrew."
"I love you, too, Laja."
"We'll pray for you.
All of us."
"Thank you," the angel of
death said quietly before kissing her hair and preparing to
let her go.
Joshua opened his eyes, lovingly watching the two dancing around
the living room. Now they were laughing near
constantly. He smiled. Even if he hadn't already
known what the future would bring, even if he hadn't known how
that fateful Friday years into the future would end... he would
surmise that Andrew would triumph. Love always did.
Andrew loved so greatly and was so greatly loved that no other
result was possible. When the day came for Andrew to meet
JenniAnn beneath the willow tree, she would not wait for him
alone. The yard surrounding her would be filled with those
who loved Andrew... each with a cupcake, each waiting for a
hug. Monica would glance at her pocket watch... his pocket
watch... and remember the good times they had together.
And with the sound of
his footfalls would come the promise of more good times for them
The song lyrics are from
"Dark Waltz" from Hayley Westenra's CD Pure.
After writing this, I realized that CD wasn't released until
2004. Oops. I spose it's still possible singles
from it got radio play in 2003, when JenniAnn tuned into
it. However, I'm also content to cover my lil mistake
by saying it was a "God thing." If God wanted Andrew
and LJA to hear that song then, the matter of time wouldn't
stop Him. ;-)