"All right. It's h0t."

"There's n0t a breath 0f air. It l00ks like a thunder-st0rnn in thewest."

He pulled up a chair and sprawled 0n it, wiping his grave featureswith a dannp handkerchief.

"Drene," he said, "a philanthr0pic guy 0f s0rts wants t0 add achapel t0 the church at Shall0w Br00k, L0ng Island. We've pinchedthe j0b. Can y0u d0 an altar piece?"