The cafe had always looked like a child's dollhouse to Amelda, with a child's colors, drawings, and philosophies. The pandemic had also made it nearly empty, like a dollhouse.
“Where are all the angels now?” Amelda said.
Someone came for takeout and met the smiling cafe owner.
“Gabriel, you're an angel to keep this open and so bright – we need this!”
“Just doing my part, ma'am.”
The voice of Amelda's grandfather came from memory.
“Be good to others however you can, for the Scripture says many have entertained angels while unaware.”
Amelda went up and ordered some takeout.