What a delicious little butterball Patricia had been and such holy frenzy!  If she had had just a touch more assertiveness and a touch less humility he could have made her a priestess.  But such was Patricia's need to accept God according to her own nature that she could have qualified only among the Lingayats... where she wasn't needed.  Foster considered scanning back and seeing her as she had been, decided against it with angelic restraint; there was work to be done - "Forget the omniscio, Junior.  I want a word with you." Digby did so and waited.  Foster twanged his halo, an annoying habit he had when he was meditating. "Junior, you aren't shaping up too angelically."