Fallen Angels, Season 1 & Season 2

Soon after Dick and Jane moved to Columbia Heights, they’d hear thumping in the distance.

As the weather warmed and they opened their windows, voices and shouts were added to the soundtrack.

Down toward 13th NW, a backboard had been installed on the parking lot of a storefront mosque.

Dick would stand back and watch the pickup games, not aware his limbs were twitching along with the moves under the boards.

After some weeks, one of the brothers walked over.

“You play?”

“NCCAA for a year.”

“NCCAA?” the guy asked.

“Christian conference.”

“For sure! So put your hat on the bench to get in the lineup. We do ‘make-it, take-it’ to 12. Turns over fast.

”We got us some jag-offs who go Bobby Knight when they‘re wasted, so we kick their asses off the court for the night.”

“Played with my share.” Dick said.

He didn’t mention he’d been suspended from the NCCAA for unsportsmanlike behavior.

He’d have to watch himself. He didn’t want to fuck up the only good thing that’s happened in months.

 
Follow the travails of the Fallen Angels from the first installment.

She didn’t look anything like the undocumented immigrant who had been so eager to clean Jane’s apartment at half the going rate weeks earlier.

The hair and the wardrobe were different. The glasses were gone. Jane needed a minute to be absolutely sure it was same woman.

“Why, if it isn’t our little Maria José speaking perfect English.” Jane said. “And shopping at Gucci no less.”

“Lo siento, no hablo inglés.” The woman replied.

Jane took the seat across the table, blocking the woman‘s exit.

”You tricked your way into our apartment!”

“Let’s be civilized, Mrs. Doe,” the woman said in formal, textbook English.

“Ask yourself, Mrs. Doe, who would be interested in a recording of the talking points for the Big Lie that you and Mr. Doe pitched to Mr. Giuliani’s associates on Zoom?

”And not to worry, Mrs. Doe. I’ve been made responsible for your welfare and I’ve taken steps to disguise your voices.

“And if you do happen to end up in a witness protection program – no need to change your name. ‘Jane Doe’ is perfect.”

Jane bristled. She’d been browbeaten into giving up her maiden name when she married into the powerful Doe family.

 
Follow the travails of the Fallen Angels from the first episode.

Jane came up with a plan to make the money she and Dick so desperately need.

She imagined the 147 members of Congress who voted to overturn the election would pay her handsomely to write snappy little tweets they could post to hide that they had violated the Constitution.

She’d help them argue that her old boss actually won reelection because he got more votes than he did in 2016 — ignoring that seven million more Americans voted for his opponent.

When she worked at the White House, Jane was part of a team effort that made distorting reality glamorous. But alone at home, the unclean feeling that comes from scamming gullible people comes over her more quickly than usual.

Luckily, a few hits of sativa and a long hot bath wash it away.

What bothers her more is that her new business plan pays less than the tips that were thrown at her as a dancer during her college years.
 
Follow the travails of the Fallen Angels from the first installment.

“The doctors who induced the coma say it would help.” Dick’s grandmother assured him.

“Did Gramps tell you I visited the other day?” Dick asked.

“That was awfully considerate of you, Richard, flying all the way to Mayo Clinic.”

“Gramps went on and on about how he admires my integrity and my desire to make the world a better place.”

“Really, your grandfather said that?”

“He even said he was going to help us with living expenses – twenty five, fifty thousand dollars – I don’t remember exactly.

“You’ll have to wait till they bring him out of his coma.” she said.

“You’re not going to keep his promise?”

“It’s out of my hands. We gave temporary power of attorney to your uncle Clayton.”

Dick’s uncle hasn’t spoken to him since Dick ridiculed John McCain for being a POW. He’d forgotten his uncle had been held captive at Xom Ap Lom.

 
Follow the fate of the Fallen Angels beginning with Episode 1.

“I’ll make sure you meet the whole neighborhood.” Aaliyah promised.

“Officer Ali from the Third going to recite the Declaration of Independence by heart and Sister Reverend Jane going to sing ‘Mine Eyes Have Seen The Glory.’” My girls are up for the double-dutch throwdown.”

”Sounds like a good ol’ Fourth.” Jane said.

“A huge crowd turned out last year, what with George and Breonna and all that.”

“So many mistakes were made.” Jane said.

“What can I bring?” she asked.

“Anything you like. I do pulled pork.”

“I have absolutely NOTHING to wear!” the perfectly turned-out Jane deadpanned.

Aaliyah suggested she had a sly, little halter top she’d never worn that would definitely, absolutely get Jane noticed.

“Let’s do it!” Jane said.

“And the best part,” Aaliyah added, “is that it says ”Black Lives Matter” across the front.”
 

Follow the travails of the Fallen Angels from the first installment.