Frank Boles heads into Minnie's jook joint looking to forget his troubles for the evening - his cracker boss, his troublesome daughter, everything and everyone. He doesn't recognize anyone he knows - some strangers in white suits stand in the corner but nobody pays them any mind - and he settles into a chair contently, drinking corn whisky fast to match the wobbly-drunk entertainers. Frank likes watching the action rather than partaking, and only when the music reaches a fever pitch does he jump into a dramatic dance, getting immediate whoops and applause from the crowd.

Past his drinking limit, Frank tries to stagger home and winds up crashing in a hotel room. Slumped down in a chair, he suddenly sees a silvery, blinding white light. A voice calls to him from the center of the light, and a man in a white suit appears inside the glow. Paralyzed with terror, Frank listens to the voice speaking in a foreign language. He somehow senses that the creature, whether devil or spirit or God knows what, can read all his thoughts and secrets and sins. The man opens his palm to show two green seeds, which take root in Frank's skin and produce towering orange flowers. Frank is struck with the knowledge of the limitation of his own conscience. Watching the light splinter into colors and collect in a circle, he is knocked to the floor and wishes for death. The vision departs and he cries bitter tears. Frank is covered with strange marks.

The next day at the diner everybody discusses strange happenings all throughout the Delta over the night. The diners agree that it must be some Hollywood stunt - no flying saucers ever appear in the Bible, and they all know what illusions what people can create on TV. Frank listens nervously but can't quite believe them - how could a TV hoax take two toes from each of his feet with no wound?