"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?"
Karen frowned. "Oh, I've only dropped out a couple of times."
Rubbing his hands slowly together, Wheelan said, "I'm trying to start an anti-cat league, Karen. Would you join?"
Karen laughed and stood up. "How many members have you got?"