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Foster
let
the
gain
increase
,
noted
that
the
angel
-
in
-
training
had
spoken
rightly
–
and
noticed
something
else
and
smiled
his
angelic
smile
.
"
How
do
you
know
he
isn
’
t
,
Junior
?
"
"
Huh
?
"
"
I
haven
’
t
seen
Mike
around
the
Club
lately
and
I
recall
that
his
name
has
been
scratched
on
the
Millennial
Solipsist
Tournament
–
that
’
s
a
Sign
that
he
’
s
likely
away
on
detached
duty
,
as
Mike
is
one
of
the
most
eager
Solipsism
players
in
this
sector
.
"
"
But
the
notion
’
s
obscene
!
"
"
You
’
d
be
surprised
how
many
of
the
Boss
’
s
best
ideas
have
been
called
‘
obscene
’
in
some
quarters
–
or
,
rather
,
you
should
not
be
surprised
,
in
view
of
your
field
work
.
But
‘
obscene
’
is
a
concept
you
don
’
t
need
;
it
has
no
theological
meaning
.
‘
To
the
pure
all
things
are
pure
.
’
"
"
But
-
"
"
I
’
m
still
Witnessing
,
Junior
.
You
listen
.
In
addition
to
the
fact
that
our
brother
Michael
seems
to
be
away
at
this
micro
-
instant
–
and
I
don
’
t
keep
track
of
him
;
we
’
re
not
on
the
same
watch
list
–
that
tattooed
lady
who
made
that
oracular
pronouncement
is
not
likely
to
be
mistaken
;
she
’
s
a
very
holy
temporal
herself
.
"
"
Who
says
?
"
"
I
say
.
I
know
.
"
Foster
smiled
again
with
angelic
sweetness
.
Dear
little
Patricia
!
Getting
a
little
long
in
the
tooth
now
but
still
Earthily
desirable
–
and
shining
with
an
inner
light
that
made
her
look
like
a
stained
glass
window
.
He
noted
without
temporal
pride
that
George
had
finished
his
great
dedication
since
he
had
last
looked
at
Patricia
–
and
that
picture
of
his
being
called
up
to
Heaven
wasn
’
t
bad
,
not
bad
at
all
,
in
the
Higher
sense
.
He
must
remember
to
look
up
George
and
compliment
him
on
it
,
and
tell
him
he
had
seen
Patricia
–
hmm
,
where
was
George
?
A
creative
artist
in
the
universe
design
section
working
right
under
the
Architect
,
as
he
recalled
–
no
matter
,
the
master
file
would
dig
him
out
in
a
split
millennium
.
What
a
delicious
little
butterball
Patricia
had
been
and
such
holy
frenzy
!
If
she
had
had
just
a
touch
more
assertiveness
and
a
touch
less
humility
he
could
have
made
her
a
priestess
.
But
such
was
Patricia
’
s
need
to
accept
God
according
to
her
own
nature
that
she
could
have
qualified
only
among
the
Lingayats
?
where
she
wasn
’
t
needed
.
Foster
considered
scanning
back
and
seeing
her
as
she
had
been
,
decided
against
it
with
angelic
restraint
;
there
was
work
to
be
done
–
"
Forget
the
omniscio
,
Junior
.
I
want
a
word
with
you
.
"
Digby
did
so
and
waited
.
Foster
twanged
his
halo
,
an
annoying
habit
he
had
when
he
was
meditating
.
"
Junior
,
you
aren
’
t
shaping
up
too
angelically
.
"
