"This is the modern age, Mrs. Webster. Gene-spliced bacteria can make drugs by the ton. Friends of ours can make them for thirty cents each." Reverend Morgan rose to her feet. "You’re sure?" She slipped the pills back in her purse. "Come and see us if you change your mind. Life with one man can go stale very easily. Believe me, we know. And if that happens, we can help you." She paused meditatively. "In any of several different ways."