Rory suggested, and then sucked on one finger.   Kenneth looked down, studying his glass.   There was silence.   Rory rubbed a mark off the white table's surface.   Janice lifted the scooped neck of her bright print dress and blew down.   "Want some shade?"   Kenneth asked Janice.   She nodded.   Kenneth stood, lifted the stalk of thesun-shade and opened the big parasol, casting a shadow over Janice and Rory.   "Did you know," Janice said to Rory, squeezing his hand.   "In the Dewey Decimal System, glass-making comes under the code six six six?"   "Woo," Rory whistled.   "Number of the beast!   Spooky, eh?"   "Not many people know that," Janice said.   She smiled.   Kenneth laughed.   He sat back in his chair again, dragging it round so he was under the shade too.   "Shame Ferg isn't superstitious."   He chuckled.     "mind you, Hamish is.     Maybe we should tell him that.   The Tree has some pretty weird ideas about religion he might just swallow the idea he's been working for the devil all this time.   Renounce the whole business, start going round smashing windows."   "Really?"   Janice said.   "What is he?   I mean what religion?"   Kenneth shrugged.   "Oh, just Church of Scotland but if they had a Provisional Wing, I think he'd be on it."   "He's always had a soft spot for the royal family &mdash " Rory began.   "Yes his head," Kenneth said. "&mdash Maybe he could start the Royal Church of Scotland."