But the engineer ignored him. He continued paging his way through the book—the bible, no less. George Harrison and the bible!
Mills was awakened by the telephone. Reaching in the dark for it he answered almost without reaching consciousness.
It was Harrison.
"Bob, listen to me. If an angel were to look at us right now, what would he think?"
"For God's sake!" Mills cried into the instrument. "What's up? You still at the office?"
"Yeah, answer the question."
"Hold on, George. I'll be down and get you. What you been drinking?"
"Bob, would he—she—think much of us? Would the angel figure we were...."
"How the hell would I know?"