Mrs. Paiwonski felt herself gently lifted.  She was not frightened by it; she simply felt overpowering religious ecstasy like heat lightning in her loins, making tears come to her eyes, the power of which she had not felt since, as a young woman, Holy Foster himself had touched her.  When Mike moved them closer together and Jill put her arms around her, her tears increased, but her cries were the gentle sobs of happiness.