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The
occasional
drunk
who
was
certain
that
all
snake
charmer
’
s
snakes
were
defanged
and
so
tried
to
climb
into
the
tank
in
pursuit
of
that
undecorated
square
inch
invariably
changed
his
opinion
as
soon
as
a
cobra
noticed
him
,
lifted
and
spread
its
hood
.
Besides
,
the
lighting
wasn
’
t
very
good
.
However
,
the
drunk
could
not
have
won
the
twenty
dollars
in
any
case
.
Mrs
.
P
’
s
claim
was
much
sounder
than
the
dollar
.
She
and
her
late
husband
had
had
for
many
years
a
tattooing
studio
in
San
Pedro
;
when
trade
was
slack
they
had
decorated
each
other
–
and
,
eventually
,
at
some
minor
inconvenience
to
herself
,
the
art
work
on
her
was
so
definitively
complete
from
her
neck
down
that
there
was
no
possible
room
for
an
encore
.
She
took
great
pride
both
in
the
fact
that
she
was
the
most
completely
decorated
woman
in
the
world
(
and
by
the
world
’
s
greatest
artist
,
for
such
was
her
humbly
grateful
opinion
of
her
late
husband
)
and
also
in
the
certainty
that
every
dollar
she
earned
was
honest
.
She
associated
with
grifters
and
sinners
and
did
not
hold
herself
aloof
from
them
.
But
her
own
integrity
was
untouched
.
She
and
her
husband
had
been
converted
by
Foster
himself
,
she
kept
her
membership
in
San
Pedro
and
attended
services
at
the
nearest
branch
of
the
Church
of
the
New
Revelation
no
matter
where
she
was
.
Patricia
Paiwoush
would
gladly
have
dispensed
with
the
protection
of
Honey
Bun
in
the
blow
-
off
not
merely
to
prove
that
she
was
honest
(
that
needed
no
proof
,
since
she
knew
it
was
true
)
but
because
she
was
serene
in
her
conviction
that
she
was
the
canvas
for
religious
art
greater
than
any
on
the
walls
or
ceilings
of
the
Vatican
.
When
she
and
George
had
seen
the
light
.
there
was
still
about
three
square
feet
of
Patricia
untouched
before
he
died
she
carried
a
complete
pictorial
life
of
Foster
,
from
his
crib
with
the
angels
hovering
around
to
the
day
of
glory
when
he
had
taken
his
appointed
place
among
the
archangels
.
Regrettably
(
since
it
might
have
turned
many
sinners
into
seekers
of
the
light
)
much
of
this
sacred
history
had
to
be
covered
up
.
the
amount
depending
on
the
local
lawmen
.
But
she
could
show
it
in
closed
Happiness
meetings
of
the
local
churches
she
attended
,
if
the
shepherd
wanted
her
to
,
which
he
almost
always
did
.
But
,
while
it
was
always
good
to
add
to
Happiness
,
the
saved
did
not
need
it
;
Patricia
would
rather
have
saved
sinners
.
She
couldn
’
t
preach
,
she
couldn
’
t
sing
,
and
she
had
never
been
called
to
speak
in
tongues
but
she
was
a
living
witness
to
the
light
.
In
the
ten
-
in
-
one
,
her
act
came
next
to
last
,
just
before
the
magician
;
this
gave
her
time
to
put
away
unsold
photographs
of
herself
(
a
quarter
for
black
amp
;
white
,
half
a
dollar
in
color
,
a
set
of
special
photographs
for
five
dollars
in
a
sealed
envelope
sold
only
to
marks
who
signed
a
printed
form
alleging
that
they
were
doctors
of
medicine
,
psychology
,
sociology
,
or
other
such
entitled
to
professional
material
not
available
to
the
general
public
–
and
such
was
Patricia
’
s
integrity
that
she
would
not
sell
these
even
for
ten
dollars
if
the
mark
did
not
look
the
part
;
she
would
then
ask
to
see
his
business
card
–
no
dirty
dollars
were
going
to
put
her
kids
through
school
–
and
also
gave
her
time
to
slip
behind
the
rear
canvas
and
get
herself
and
her
snakes
ready
for
the
blow
-
off
.
The
magician
,
Dr
.
Apollo
,
performed
on
the
last
platform
nearest
to
the
canvas
fly
leading
to
the
blow
-
off
.
He
started
by
passing
out
to
his
audience
a
dozen
shiny
steel
rings
,
each
as
wide
as
a
plate
;
he
invited
them
to
convince
themselves
that
each
ring
was
solid
and
smooth
.
Then
he
had
them
hold
the
rings
so
that
they
overlapped
.
Dr
.
Apollo
walked
along
the
platform
,
reached
out
with
his
wand
and
tapped
each
overlap
–
the
solid
steel
links
formed
a
chain
.
Casually
he
laid
his
wand
in
the
air
,
rolled
up
his
sleeves
,
accepted
a
bowl
of
eggs
from
his
assistant
,
and
started
to
juggle
half
a
dozen
of
them
.
His
juggling
did
not
attract
too
many
eyes
;
his
assistant
was
more
worthy
of
stares
.
