exchanging the b for the pamphlets。 〃Your hair's a mess。〃 Tom took the b； its teeth had gold in them。 He made a desultory attempt to control his coxb； while Chad looked on。 Tom's hair wouldn't lie flat the way Chad's did。 The Lord probably tutted at that： He wouldn't like it at all。 But then what did the Lord like？ He disapproved of smoking； drinking； fornication； tea； coffee； Pepsi； roller coasters； masturbation。 And for those weak creatures who indulged in any or； God help them； all of the above the Deluge hovered。
Tom just prayed that the waters； when they came； would be cool。
The guy in the dark suit who answered the door of Number Eighty…two Caliban Street reminded both Tom and Chad of the Reverend。 Not physically； of course。 Bliss was a tanned； glutinous man； while this dude was thin and sallow。 But there was the same implicit authority about them both； the same seriousness of purpose。 He was drawn to the pamphlets too； the first real interest they'd had all morning。 He even quoted Deuteronomy at them…a text they were unfamiliar with…and then； offering them both a drink； invited them into the house。
It was like home from home。 The bare walls and floors； the smell of disinfectant and incense； as though something had just been cleaned up。 Truth to tell； Tom thought this guy had taken the asceticism to extremes。 The back room he led them into boasted two chairs； no more。
〃My name is Mamoulian。〃 〃How do you do？ I'm Chad Schuckman； this is Thomas Loomis。〃 〃Both saints； eh？〃 The young men looked mystified。 〃Your names。 Both names of saints。〃 〃Saint Chad？〃 the blond one ventured。
〃Oh； certainly。 He was an English bishop； we're speaking of the seventh century now。 Thomas； of course； the great Doubter。〃 He left them awhile to fetch water。 Tom squirmed in his chair。
〃What's your problem？〃 Chad snapped。 〃He's the first sniff of a convert we've had over here。〃 〃He's weird。〃 〃You think the Lord cares if he's weird？〃 Chad said。 It was a good question； and one for which Tom was shaping a reply when their host came back in。
〃Your water。〃 〃Do you live alone？〃 Chad asked。 〃It's such a big house for one person。〃 〃Of late I've been alone；〃 Mamoulian said； proffering the glasses of water。 〃And I must say； I'm in serious need of help。〃 I bet you are； Tom thought。 The man looked at him as the idea flashed through his head； almost as though he'd said it aloud。 Tom flushed； and drank his water to cover his embarrassment。 It was warm。 Had the English never heard of refrigerators？ Mamoulian turned his attention back to Saint Chad。
〃What are you two doing in the next few days？〃 〃The Lord's work；〃 Chad returned patly。
Mamoulian nodded。 〃Good；〃 he said。
〃Spreading the word。〃 〃 ‘I will make you fishers of men。〃 〃 〃Matthew。 Chapter Four；〃 Chad returned。
〃Perhaps；〃 said Mamoulian； 〃if I allowed you to save my immortal soul； you might help me？〃 〃Doing what？〃 Mamoulian shrugged： 〃I need the assistance of two healthy young animals like yourself。〃 Animals？ That didn't sound too fundamentalist。 Had this poor sinner never heard of Eden？ No； Tom thought； looking at the man's eyes； no； he probably never has。
〃I'm afraid we've got other mitments；〃 Chad replied politely。 〃But we'll be very happy to have you e along when the Reverend arrives； and have you baptized。〃 〃I'd like to meet the Reverend；〃 the man returned。 Tom wasn't certain if this wasn't all a charade。 〃We have so little time before the Maker's wrath descends；〃 Mamoulian was saying。 Chad nodded fervently。 〃Then we shall be as flotsam…shall we not？…as flotsam in the flood。〃 The words were the Reverend's almost precisely。 Tom heard them falling from this man's narrow lips； and that accusation of being a Doubter came home to roost。 But Chad was entranced。 His face had that evangelical look that came over it during sermons； the look that Tom had always envied； but now thought positively rabid。
〃Chad 。 。 。〃 he began。
〃Flotsam in the flood；〃 Chad repeated； 〃Hallelujah。〃 Tom put his glass down beside his chair。 〃I think we should be going；〃 he said； and got up。 For some reason the bare boards he stood on seemed far more than six feet away from his eyes： more like sixty。 As though he was a tower about to topple； his foundations dug away。 〃We've got so many streets to cover；〃 he said； trying to focus on the problem at hand； which was； in a nutshell； how to get out of this house before something terrible happened。
〃The Deluge；〃 Mamoulian announced； 〃is almost upon us。〃 Tom reached toward Chad to wake him from his trance。 The fingers at the end of his outstretched arm seemed a thousand miles from his eyes。 〃Chad；〃 he said。 Saint Chad； he of the halo； pissing rainbows。
〃Are you all right； boy？〃 the stranger asked； swiveling his fish eyes in Tom's direction。
〃I 。 。 。 feel 。 。 。〃 〃What do you feel？〃 Mamoulian asked。
Chad was looking at him too； face innocent of concern； innocent； in fact； of all feeling。 Perhaps…this thought dawned on Tom for the first time…that was why Chad's face was so perfect。 White； symmetrical and pletely empty。
〃Sit down；〃 the stranger said。 〃Before you fall down。〃 〃It's all right；〃 Chad reassured him。
〃No；〃 Tom said。 His knees felt disobedient。 He suspected they'd give out very soon。
〃Trust me；〃 Chad said。 Tom wanted to。 Chad had usually been right in the past。 〃Believe me； we're on to a good thing here。 Sit down； like the gentleman said。〃 〃Is it the heat？〃 〃Yes；〃 Chad told the man on Tom's behalf。 〃It's the heat。 It gets hot in Memphis； but we've got air…conditioning。〃 He turned to Tom and put his hand on his panion's shoulder。 Tom let himself give in to weakness； and sat down。 He felt a fluttering at the back of his neck； as though a hummingbird was hovering there； but he didn't have the willpower to flick it away。
〃You call yourselves agents？〃 the man said； almost under his breath。 〃I don't think you know the meaning of the word。〃 Chad was quick to their defense。
〃The Reverend says…〃 〃The Reverend？〃 the man interrupted contemptuously。 〃Do you think he had the slightest idea of your value？〃 This flummoxed Chad。 Tom tried to tell his friend not to be flattered； but the words wouldn't e。 His tongue lay in his mouth like a dead fish。 Whatever happens now； he thought； at least it'll happen to us together。 They'd been friends since first grade； they'd tasted pubescence and metaphysics together； Tom thought of them as inseparable。 He hoped the man understood that where Chad went； Tom went too。 The fluttering at his neck had stopped； a warm reassurance was creeping over his head。 Things didn't seem so bad after all。
〃I need help from you young men。〃 〃To do what？〃 Chad asked。
〃To begin the Deluge；〃 Mamoulian replied。 A smile； uncertain at first but broadening as the idea caught his imagination； appeared on Chad's face。 His features； too often sober with zeal； ignited。
〃Oh； yes；〃 he said。 He glanced across at Tom。 〃Hear what this man's telling us？〃 Tom nodded。
〃You hear； man？〃 〃I hear。 I hear。〃 All his blissful life Chad had waited for this invitation。 For the first time he could picture the literal reality behind the destruction he'd threatened on a hundred doorsteps。 In his mind waters…red； raging waters…mounted into foam…crested waves and bore down on this pagan city。 We are as flotsam in the flood； he said； and the words brought images with them。 Men and women…but mostly women…running naked before these curling tides。 The water was hot； rains of it fell on their screaming faces； their gleaming； jiggling breasts。 This was what the Reverend had promised all along； and here was this man asking them to help make it all possible； to bring this thrashing； foamy Day of Days to consummation。 How could they refuse？ He felt the urge to thank the man for considering them worthy。 The thought fathered the action。 His knees bent； and he fell to the floor at Mamoulian's feet。
〃Thank you；〃 he said to the man with the dark suit。
〃You'll help me； then？〃 〃Yes 。 。 。〃 Chad replied； wasn't this homage sign enough？ 〃Of course。〃 Behind him； Tom murmured his own concession。
〃Thank you；〃 Chad said。 〃Thank you。〃 But when he looked up the man； apparently convinced by their devotion；