“But we don’t take his money and give him nothing. Take a look—” Boone shouldered his way to a machine, tapped the woman playing it. “Please, Daughter.” She looked up, annoyance changed to a smile. “Certainly, Bishop.” “Bless you. You’ll note,” Boone went on, as he fed a quarter into the machine, “that whether it pays off in worldly goods or not, a sinner is rewarded with a blessing and a souvenir text.” The machine stopped; lined up in the window was: GOD—WATCHES—YOU. “That pays three for one,” Boone said and fished the pay-off out of the receptacle, “and here’s your text.” He tore off a
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