A few minutes still meant enough time for her daughter to worry. Teresa would need to clean her brushes, and she might go into the kitchen instead of a bathroom to do it. Martina wouldn't be there if she did. She just hoped Teresa would have the presence of mind to call her father first.

"My daughter will worry," she explained. She opted not to explain the degree of Teresa's possible worrying; archangel or not, she didn't know him well enough to share details about Teresa. "How long did you stay the other times this happened to you?"