“I’m almost afraid to ask what happened next.”

“Oh, Delva smoothed things over. He probably paid the priest a small amount of cash. In any event, Delva gathered up some musicians from the brass band and we danced until 2:00 a.m.”

Gina left me to rouse the other students. About half an hour later, Barth emerged from his room. “You missed a good time last night, Art,” he said sheepishly.

“Barth, I heard what you did. That was awful. Cultural voyeurism. What made you think you could buy a Voodoo ceremony?”

“Well, I paid for my kids’ bar mitzvahs, didn’t I?”

“That was different. You were lucky you had Delva to bail you out. It could have given Medishare a black eye with the people!”

“Boy, you’re getting as bad as Paul.”