Wheelan moved back so she could enter.
After he'd taken her coat and brought her a beer Karen said, "What are
you up to now?"
"Well, I sent letters to both our local papers, but they haven't been
printed. I suppose you know about my trying to hand out leaflets last
week. Then I tried to rent a soundtruck, but Neff says I need a permit
for that, too." He sat down on his aunt's chintz-covered sofa. "Now I'm
doing a mail campaign."
"Why don't you give up?" Karen watched him with an anxious expression.
"What good are you doing?"
"I think that every citizen has a right to act as he chooses. I mean,
when an evil exists it's the individual's right to try to combat it."
"With leaflets?"
"In any way he can," Wheelan said.
She smiled. "You just look silly. And you'll annoy people. Really,
Glenn, what's wrong with all this? You're just judging others by your
own standards. All this talk about good and evil."
"I don't think people should turn into cats. If they have to, I
don't think our town should encourage them." He clenched his fists.
"Why, they've got signs on the road now, telling how far it is to
Balderstone's temple, or whatever he calls it."
"There's certainly nothing unethical in advertising, Glenn. You're not
that narrow-minded."
Wheelan finished his beer and bent the can in half. He was angry enough
to do it with one hand. "Let's forget it. How've you been?"
"Wonderful." She touched one hand to her temple. "Very relaxed."
"Which is your night in the temple?"