Deathbed Conversions

From back cover: David Fugue, the philanthropist's son and retired runway model heckler was emceeing the event and looked wondrous in a bedazzled gown of turquoise beads imported, he repeatedly maintained, from Bangladesh, another city, incidentally, in conflict over the parking questions. Fugue, whose weakness beside drink, was a fondness for blind faith, was five or six rum and gingers beyond moderation and ignoring the blatant scowls of his father, began expounding to any ears willing to listen or, for that matter, merely passing, on whatever topic cracked the ether of his lobe.