THE DOOR CLOSED. Yuki, now left alone with the madam, pulled the vanity table chair as silently as she could, and she placed it next to the madam's bed. Yuki sat, angling toward Madam Charlotte, and she greeted her in a calm voice, "Hello, Madam Charlotte." A bright smile on her lips. And she sounded different, not the sweet innocent Yuki, but adept and relaxed. "My name is Yuki," she paused, looking for any reaction, "I want to help you, madam."
But no answer.
And Yuki had expected that, of course. "Pardon me," Yuki said as she put her right hand on Madam Charlotte's forehead, and her left hand held the madam's stiff hands. This young lady performed what she regularly did when she was in the human realm. With the gift God had blessed upon her, Yuki prayed, "HEAL." And a glittering warm glow, dazzling like the beam of light of the blazing sun, appeared from her hands and engulfed the entire room.
