"Not for another two hours," Buddy said, his voice cracking with nervousness. He took the money like it might have something on it. "He’s helping pour a new pad for the fuel cells they’re bringing from Phoenix on the Church’s bulk-lifter." Buddy kept looking at Chevette. She had on a straw sun-hat that belonged to Sublett’s mother, with a big floppy brim, and a pair of these really strange old-lady sunglasses with lemon-yellow frames and lenses that sort of swooped up at the side. Chevette tried smiling at him, but it didn’t seem to help.