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The thing that saves Hell is the music. It also triples business for Athens, bronze mandolinist legendaire. One night (like all nights), no one's checking I.D.s...

"How old are you?" she asks, sweat-wet from stage lights, angel's voice alcohol-damp.

"Old enough," he says.

"To vote?"

"To drive."

"Hm," she says.

(The problem with having a Christ complex isn't the whole search-and-rescue bit. This instinct is good. The problem is, nine times out of ten, the savior's not Christ.)