THE UNDERGROUND ANGELS
On Christmas Eve, after getting off my typing job at noon, I stood dejectedly in the crowd waiting for the subway train. I had worked by myself all morning, since all my fellow workers had been given the day off. Many people around me were talking happily about their trips home to their families. Some had little children with them. I had no home — just a rented room – -no plans, no husband and no children, although I was getting well into my thirties. Suddenly, I heard the crystal notes of two flutes interweaving. Down the platform were two young girls, playing Christmas carols. In their serene young beauty, they looked like angels in disguise. I added my quarter to the pile of change in their open flute cases. The train came and went, but I lingered, fascinated by the people who came forward to drop coins, even bills. Most were shabbily dressed, but their faces seemed alight with happiness.…
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