"I say.  I know." Foster smiled again with angelic sweetness.  Dear little Patricia!  Getting a little long in the tooth now but still Earthily desirable - and shining with an inner light that made her look like a stained glass window.  He noted without temporal pride that George had finished his great dedication since he had last looked at Patricia - and that picture of his being called up to Heaven wasn't bad, not bad at all, in the Higher sense.  He must remember to look up George and compliment him on it, and tell him he had seen Patricia - hmm, where was George?  A creative artist in the universe design section working right under the Architect, as he recalled - no matter, the master file would dig him out in a split millennium.