«It sounds like quite a party,» said Jill.
«Oh, it is — always! And you're filled with heavenly bliss. If you wake up in the morning with one of the eternally saved brethren, he's there because God willed it to make you all blessedly Happy. They've all got Foster's kiss — they're yours.» She frowned thoughtfully. «It feels a little like “sharing water”. You understand?»
«I grok,» agreed Mike.
(«Mike?????»)
(«Wait, Jill. Wait for fullness.»)
«But don't think,» Patricia said earnestly, «that a person can get into an Inner Temple Happiness meeting just with a tattoo mark. A visiting brother or sister — Well, take me. As soon as I know where the carnie is going, I write the local churches and send my fingerprints so they can check 'em against the file of eternally saved at Archangel Foster Tabernacle. I give 'em my address care of Billboard. Then when I do — and I always go Sundays and never miss a Happiness meeting even if Tim has to slough the blow-off — I am identified. They're glad to see me; I'm an added attraction, with my unique and unsurpassed sacred pictures — I often spend an evening just letting people examine me… every minute of it bliss. Sometimes the priest has me bring Honey Bun to do Eve and the Serpent — that takes body make-up, of course. Some brother plays Adam and we get scourged out of the Garden of Eden, and the priest explains the real meaning, not the twisted lies — and we end by regaining our blessed innocence, and that gets the party rolling. Joy!»
She added, «But everybody is interested in my Foster's kiss … because, since he went back to Heaven twenty years ago, not many have a Foster's kiss that wasn't laid on by proxy — I have the Tabernacle testify to that, too. And I tell them about it. Uh — »
Mrs. Paiwonski hesitated, then told them, in explicit detail — and Jill wondered where her limited ability to blush had gone? Then she grokked that Mike and Patty were two of a kind — God's innocents, unable to sin no matter what they did. She wished, for Patty's sake, that Foster had really been a holy prophet who had saved her for eternal bliss.
But Foster! God's Wounds, what a travesty!
Suddenly, through her greatly improved recall, Jill was back in a room with a glass wall, looking into Foster's dead eyes. But he seemed alive … and she felt a shiver in her loins and wondered what she would have done if Foster had offered her his holy kiss — and his holy self?
She shut it out of her mind, but not before Mike caught it. She felt him smile, with knowing innocence.
She stood up, «Pattycake darling, what time do you have to be at the lot?»
«Oh, dear! I should be back this blessed minute!»
«Why? The show doesn't roll until nine-thirty.»
«Well … Honey Bun misses me. She's jealous if I stay out late.»
«Can't you tell her that it's a Happiness meeting?»
«Uh…» The older woman gathered Jill in her arms. «It is! It certainly is!»
«Good. I'm going to sleep — Jill is bushed. What time do you have to be up?»
«Uh, if I'm back by eight, I can get Sam to tear down my top and have time to make sure my babies are loaded safely.»
«Breakfast?»
«I'll get it on the train. Just coffee when I wake up, usually.»
«I make that here. You dears stay up as long as you like; I won't let you oversleep — if you sleep. Mike doesn't sleep.»
«Not at all?»
«Never. He curls up and thinks a while, usually — but he doesn't sleep.»
Mrs. Paiwonski nodded solemnly. «Another sign. I know-and, Michael, some day you will know. Your call will come.»
«Maybe,» agreed Jill. «Mike, I'm falling asleep. Pop me into bed. Please?» She was lifted, wafted into the bedroom, covers rolled themselves back — she slept.
Jill woke at seven, slipped out of bed, put her head into the other room. Lights were out and shades were tight, but they were not asleep. Jill heard Mike say with soft certainty:
«Thou art God.»
«“Thou art god” — » Patricia whispered in a voice as heavy as if drugged.
«Yes. Jill is God.»
«Jill … is God. Yes, Michael.»
«And thou art God.»
«Thou — art God! Now, Michael,now!»
Jill went quietly away and brushed her teeth. Presently she let Mike know that she was awake and found that he knew it. When she came back into the living room, sunlight was streaming in. «Good morning, darlings!» She kissed them.
«Thou art God,» Patty said simply.
«Yes, Patty. And thou art God. God is in all of us.» She looked at Patty in the harsh morning light and noted that she did not look tired. Well, she knew that effect — if Mike wanted her to stay up all night, Jill never found it any trouble. She suspected that her sleepiness the night before had been Mike's idea … and heard Mike agree in his mind.
«Now coffee, darlings. And I happen to have stashed away a redipak of orange juice, too.»
They breakfasted lightly, replete with happiness. Jill saw Patty looking thoughtful. «What is it, dear?»
«Uh, I hate to mention this — but what are you kids going to eat on? Aunt Patty has a pretty well stuffed grouch bag and I thought — »
Jill laughed. «Oh, darling, I shouldn't laugh. But the Man from Mars is rich! Surely you know?»
Mrs. Paiwonski looked baffled. «Well, I guess I knew. But you can't trust anything you hear over the news.»
«Patty, you're an utter darling. Believe me, now that we're water brothers, we wouldn't hesitate — “sharing the nest” isn't just poetry. But it's the other way around. If you ever need money, just say so. Any amount. Any time. Write us — better yet, call me; Mike doesn't have the foggiest idea about money. Why, dear, I'm keeping a couple of hundred thousand in my name right now. Want some?»
Mrs. Paiwonski looked startled. «Bless me! I don't need money.»
Jill shrugged. «If you ever do, just holler. If you want a yacht — Mike would enjoy giving you a yacht.»
«I certainly would, Pat. I've never seen a yacht.»
Mrs. Paiwonski shook her head. «Don't take me up on a tall mountain, dearie — all I want from you two is your love — »
«You have that,» Jill told her.
«I don't grok “love”,» Mike said. «But Jill always speaks rightly. If we've got it, it's yours.»
« — and to know that you're saved. But I'm no longer worried about that. Mike has told me about waiting, and why waiting is. You understand, Jill?»
«I grok. I'm no longer impatient about anything.»
«But I have something for you two.» The tattooed lady got her purse, took a book out. «My dear ones … this is the very copy of the New Revelation that Blessed Foster gave me … the night he placed his kiss on me. I want you to have it.»
Jill's eyes filled with tears. «But, Aunt Patty — Patty our brother! We can't take this one. We'll buy one.»
«No. It's … it's “water” I'm sharing with you. For growing closer.»
«Oh — » Jill jumped up. «We'll share it. It's ours now — all of us.» She kissed her.
Mike tapped her shoulder. «Greedy little brother. My turn.»
«I'll always be greedy, that way.»
The Man from Mars kissed his new brother first on her mouth, then kissed the spot Foster had kissed. He pondered, briefly by Earth time, picked a corresponding spot on the other side where George's design could be matched — kissed her there while he thought by stretched-out time and in great detail. It was necessary to grok the capillaries —
To the other two, he briefly pressed his lips to skin. But Jill caught a hint of his effort. «Patty!See!»
Mrs. Paiwonski looked down. Marked on her, paired stigmata in blood red, were his lips. She started to faint — then showed her staunch faith. «Yes.Yes! Michael — »
Shortly the tattooed lady was replaced by a mousy housewife in high neck, long sleeves, and gloves. «I won't cry,» she said soberly, «and there are no good-bys in eternity. I will be waiting.» She kissed them, left without looking back.