The angels would not understand. They had not been parents, had not born the anguish of having one child murdered, the other exiled. All because God gave them a carrot to chase.
She closed her eyes and took a breath. "Thank you." When she opened them she felt calmer and more sure of herself. Less likely to curse God to someone who would not understand. "And my other boy? What about him?" The one followed the other. If Abel was there, she'd extend her hand. To Cain too, even if he'd be less likely to take it.