Three Angels, one teacher, and the people around them.
Angelina
Angelika
She believes, with complete sincerity, that most people are basically good, and somehow that makes people want to prove her right. She notices small things and writes them down: the way the pigeons on the church roof all face the same direction in the wind, the way the bodega owner’s wife always slips an extra banana into the bag for the little kids.
She is the one who says the thing nobody else will say, and usually she is right. Learning came harder to her when she was small, and she has spent years proving that harder is not the same as impossible. Her memory for melodies is extraordinary.
Her notebook is full of stars, music notes and little cartoon versions of the three of them.
Miss Robinson
She is tall and stylish without trying too hard, and she has the kind of smile that makes you feel you have already done something right just by showing up. She wears her hair in a long braid over one shoulder, a coat the color of warm caramel, and two silver chains. One with a small music note charm. The other, a crystal heart.
Miss Robinson
A record producer from the neighborhood who runs his label out of an office on 125th Street. Talented, charming, and just a little too interested in shortcuts. He was the kind of person your grandmother would say had “good teeth and bad intentions.”