Dale Tarin walked out of the Episcopal Church into a bright sun with big fleecy clouds. Behind him the sounds of St. Augustine's "City of God" poured out of the open doors of the sanctuary. Looking over at the celebrant who was now shaking hands with the congregation as they left he could feel the burdens of the cloning matter leave him. As he walked up finally to shake the celebrant's hand a flash went off in his face. What an annoyance! There was no TV sound truck or video crew. He would ask Mike Levine to review the footage from the drone they had hovering in the tree across the street to try to identify the old fashioned camera man. Oh! Now this was going to be agony! the celebrant was asking about Mary Fitch and Jim Botha and he was offering the name of the audit followup. It was a small company and he often liked to eat in the cafeteria with them avoiding the expense of the private club room for members of the board. "I've let Mary go" He said. The celebrant smiled. "Good for you, I do that every Assumption." Then it seemed he would have to go further. "Jim is going to deliver a codicle of the clones will which each must sign to the lawyers on Monday." Now the celbrant seemed concerned. "I hope it doesn't change your giving. We count on not just you but all the members of your firm?" Dale was non-commital. They had been friends for years. He bent over and whispered something in the celebrant's ear and the man smiled. He walked past and onto the sidewalk. 007