Stranger in a Strange Land

skillful, dear, because you are." She tucked her carefully rolled hose in her shoes, loosened her garter belt and got out of it modestly, let Jill get her dress zippers. "I mean if your magic was real like you had made a pact with the Devil. That'd be one thing. But the marks know that it's clever sleight-of-hand. So you give 'em a light-hearted show to match. But did you ever see a fire eater with a pretty assistant? Heavens, a pretty girl would just clutter his act; the marks are standing around hoping he'll set fire to hisself~ or blow up."
                She snaked the dress over her head; Jill took it and kissed her. "You look more natural, Aunt Patty. Sit back and enjoy your drink."
                "Just a second, deane." Mrs. Paiwonski prayed mightily for guidance -wished that she were a preacher . . . or had even the gift of gab of a talker. Well, her pictures would just have to speak for themselves-and they would; that was why George had put them there. "Now this is what I've got to show the marks ... this and my snakes, but this is more important. Have either one of you ever looked, really looked, at my pictures?"
                "No," Jill admitted, "I guess not. We didn't want to stare at you, like a couple of marks."
                "Then stare at me now, dears-because that's why George, bless his sweet soul safe in heaven, put them on me. To be stared at . . . and studied. Now right up here under my chin is the birth scene of our prophet, the holy Archangel Foster-just an innocent babe and maybe not knowing what Heaven had in store for him. But the angels knew-see 'em there around him? The next scene is his first miracle, when a young sinner in the country school he attended shot down a poor little birdie . . - and he picked it up and stroked it and it flew away unharmed. See the school house behind? Now it kind o' jumps a little and I'll have to turn my back. But all of 'em are dated for each holy event in his life." She explained how George had not had a bare canvas to work with when first the great opus was started-since they had both been sinners and young Patricia already rather much tattooed . . . how with great effort and inspired genius George had been able to turn "The Attack on Pearl Harbor" into "Armageddon," and "Skyline of New York" into "The Holy City."
                "But," she admitted candidly, "even though every single one of them is a sacred picture now, it did kind of force him to skip around to find enough bare skin to record in living flesh a witness to each milestone in the earthly life of our prophet. Here you see him preaching on the steps of the ungodly theological seminary that turned him down-that was the first time he was arrested, the beginning of the Persecution. And on around, right on my spine, you see him smashing idolatrous images - . . and next you see him in jail, with the holy light streaming down on it. Then the Faithful Few bust into the jail-"
                The Reverend Foster had realized early that, when it caine to upholding religious freedom, brass knucks, clubs, and a willingness to tangle with cops was worth far more than passive resistance. His had been a church militant from scratch. But he had been a tactician, too; pitched battles were fought only where the heavy artillery was on the side of the Lord.
                "-and they rescue him and tar & feather the idolatrous judge who put him there. Around in front here. Uh, you can't see it very well; my bra covers most of it, A shame."
                ("Michael, what does she want?")
                ("Thou knowest. Tell her. ")
                "Aunt Patty," Jill said gently, "you want us to look at all your pictures. Don't you?"
                "Well ...it's just as Tim says in the bally, George used up all the skin I have in making the story complete."
                "If George went to all that work, I'm sure he meant for them to be seen. Take off your costume. I told you that I wouldn't mind working our own act stark naked if they'd let me-and ours is just entertainment. Yours has a purpose - . - a holy purpose."
                "Well ... all right. If you really want me to." She sang a silent hallelujah and decided that Foster himself was sustaining her-with blessed luck and George's pictures she would yet have these dear kids seeking the light.
                "I'll unhook