Needful Things - Stephen King [296]
"Don't you fret," Don said soothingly. "We know the truth of the thing, Bill."
"Yes!" Rev. Rose cried, fixing the two men with a trembling, liquid gaze. "Yes, you know-you two. And I-I know! But what about the rest of this town-uh? Do they know?"
Neither Norman nor Don could answer this.
"I hope someone rides the lying idol-worshipper out on a rail!"
William Rose cried, clenching his fists and shaking them impotently.
"On a rail! I would pay to see that! I would pay handsomely!"
Later on Monday, Father Brigham had phoned around, asking those interested in "the current atmosphere of religious repression in Castle Rock" to drop by the rectory for a brief meeting that evening. So many people showed up that the meeting had to be moved to the Knights of Columbus Hall next door.
Brigham began by speaking of the letter Albert Gendron had found on his door-the letter purporting to be from The Concerned Baptist Men of Castle Rock-and then recounted his unrewarding telephone conversation with Rev. Rose. When he told the assembled group that Rose claimed to have received his own obscene note, a note which purported to be from The Concerned Catholic Men of Castle Rock, there was a rumble from the crowd shocked at first, then angry.
"The man's a damned liar!" someone called from the back of the room.
Father Brigham seemed to nod and shake his head at the same time.
"Perhaps, Sam, but that's not the real issue. He is quite madI think that is the issue."
Thoughtful, worried silence greeted this, but Father Brigham felt a sense of almost palpable relief, just the same. Quite mad.- it was the first time he had spoken the words aloud, although they had been circling in his mind for at least three years.
"I don't want to be stopped by a religious nut," Father Brigham went on. "Our Casino Nite is harmless and wholesome, no matter what the Reverend Steamboat Willie may think about it. But I feel, since he has grown increasingly strident and increasingly less stable, that we should take a vote. If you are in favor of cancelling Casino Nite-of bowing to this pressure in the name of safety-you should say so."
The vote to hold Casino Nite just as planned had been unanimous.
Father Brigham nodded, pleased. Then he looked at Betsy Vigue.
"You're going to have a planning session tomorrow night, aren't you, Betsy?"
"Yes, Father."
"Then may I suggest," Father Brigham said, "that we men meet here, at the K of C Hall, at just the same time."
Albert Gendron, a ponderous man who was both slow to anger and slow to recover from anger, got up slowly and stood to his full height.
Necks craned to follow his rise. "Are you suggesting those Baptist clunks might try to bother the ladies, Father?"
"No, no, not at all," Father Brigham soothed. "But I think it might be wise if we discussed some plans to ensure that Casino Nite itself goes smoothly-" "Guards?" someone else asked enthusiastically.
"Guards, Father?"
"Well eyes and ears," Father Brigham said, leaving no doubt at all that guards were what he meant. "And, if we meet Tuesday evening while the ladies are meeting, we'll be there just in case there is trouble."
So, while the Daughters of Isabella were gathering at the building on one side of the parking lot, the Catholic men were gathering at the building on the other. And, across town, Rev. William Rose had called a meeting at this same time to discuss the latest Catholic slander and to plan the making of signs and the organizing of Casino Nite picketers.
The various alarums and excursions in The Rock that early evening did not dent attendance at these meetings very muchmost of the gawkers milling around the Municipal Building as the storm approached were people who were neutral in The Great Casino Nite Controversy. As far as the Catholics and Baptists actually embroiled in the brouhaha were concerned, a couple of murders could not hold a candle to the prospect of a really good holy grudge-match. Because, after all, other things had to take a back seat when it came to questions of religion.
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