Free Color of Angels' Souls by Sophie Audouin-Mamikonian Page A

next. He hadn’t eaten enough earlier, and now his stomach was growling. But he didn’t want to go back into the mansion.
    He decided to walk back to New York, but after about a half hour he had already had enough. The only times he’d walked over the past seven years had been to go to his office, which was right down the street from his apartment, and when he’d forced himself to go jogging a couple times a week to try to keep in reasonably good shape. But even walking at a quick pace, it would take him hours to get into the city, and running only made him even more tired. He was quickly fed up by the whole thing. He needed to find something to eat immediately! He looked around at the houses in the neighborhood. They were all luxurious mansions, just like Frank’s. It was hard to make out the Angels flying above them in the dark night. Were they red, blue, or both? He walked up to one of the mansions and passed through the front gate. Through a large bay window, he could see a couple, staring lovingly at each other. Blue Angels were hovering above the roof, eating up the Mists. Well, if it was blue, that meant he could go ahead and dig in. Yum yum, supper was on!
    He moved closer to the couple. He had no idea how to get his hands on the Mist rising through the roof, because he didn’t know how to fly. At least, not yet. While he was reflecting on his predicament, he passed right through the front wall of the house as if it didn’t even exist. Walking though walls could certainly come in handy!
    In the living room, the two lovers gazed intently into each other’s eyes as they sipped their glasses of champagne. She was a beautiful brunette, and looked stunning in her gray silk ensemble. The young, dark-haired man stared at her as if she were the eighth wonder of the world.
    The blue vapors that rose from their heads looked awfully appetizing. Jeremy could hardly keep from drooling, and although he did his best to control himself, he was dying of hunger. But he was frightened as well. If he kept giving in to his need, would he eventually lose his head, lose himself in the wonderful Mists? He sighed and, despite himself, walked up to the couple.
    That’s when Jeremy realized there was a small problem. If he couldn’t fly, how the heck was he supposed to get his hands on the damned Mist that was floating up above their heads? In the kitchen at Frank’s house, the staff had been sitting down, but the man and woman were both standing. He looked around. It was a large living room, decorated in light gray and off-white colors, with two low, comfortable-looking sofas. There were also a few small tables. They were very pretty, but that wasn’t what interested him. Not far from the couple was a chair made of dark mahogany.
    That gave Jeremy an idea, and he decided to try his luck. He climbed up onto the chair and tried to lean over the couple. But now he had another problem: The chair was too far away from them, and of course he couldn’t move it. Shit. He leaned over as far as he could, then a little bit further … until suddenly he fell head first off the chair and crashed to the floor. He grimaced painfully as he got to his feet. What an oaf! And even worse, he could actually feel the pain from his fall. It looked like that chair hadn’t been such a good idea after all. How about the couch then?
    He stood on his tiptoes on the couch and, doing his best to keep his balance, somehow managed to touch the Mist with his mouth. Once again, the taste was so wonderful that he almost had a seizure on the spot. He started gobbling up the Mist as fast as he could. After a few minutes, while Jeremy was lost in ecstasy, a blue head peeked out from the ceiling and gave him a curious look.
    â€œOh! Hey guys, it’s a Newcomer, a Blue! That’s why there’s so much less!”
    Jeremy stopped his feast and looked up at the ceiling.
    A group of Blues were smiling down at