Mrs. Paiwonski hesitated, then told them about it, in explicit detail - and Jill wondered where her admittedly limited ability to blush had gone?  Then she grokked that Mike and Patty were two of a kind - God's innocents, unable to be anything else, no matter what they did.  She wished, for Patty's sake, that this preposterous mishmash were really true, that Foster had really been a holy prophet who had saved her for eternal bliss.