going to happen tonight... and that's supposedly straight from the woman herself."
Sure, Ralph thought. Sure it is. The show's going on, the show has to go on, and she knows it. Someone who's ridden the crest of the women's movement all these years-hell, since the Chicago convention in '68-knows a genuine watershed moment when she sees it.
She's evaluated the risks and found them acceptable. Either that or she's evaluated the situation and decided that the credibility-loss involved in walking away would be unacceptable. Maybe both. In any case, she's as much a prisoner of events-of ka-tet-as the rest of us.
They were on the outskirts of Derry again. Ralph could see the Civic Center on the horizon.
Now it was Old Dor Lois turned to. "Where is she? Do you know?
It doesn't matter how many security people she's got around her; Ralph and I can be invisible when we want to be... and we're very good at changing people's minds."
"Oh, changing Susan Day's mind wouldn't change anything," Dor said. He still wore that broad, maddening smile. "They'll come to the Civic Center tonight no matter what. If they come and find the doors locked, they'll break them open and go inside and have their rally just the same. To show they're not afraid."
"Done-bun-can'the-undone," Ralph said dully.
"Right, Ralph!" Dor said cheerily, and patted Ralph's arm.
Five minutes later, Joe drove his Ford past the hideous plastic statue of Paul Bunyan which stood in front of the Civic Center and turned in at a sign which read THERE's ALWAYS FREE PARKING AT YOUR CIVIC CENTER!
The acre of parking lot lay between the Civic Center building itself and the Bassey Park racetrack. If the event that evening had been a rock concert or a boat-show or a wrestling card, they would have had the parking lot entirely to themselves this early, but tonight's event was clearly going to be light-years from an exhibition basketball game or a monster truck-pull. There were already sixty or seventy cars in the lot, and little groups of people standing around, looking at the building. Most of them were women. Some had picnic hampers, several were crying, and almost all wore black armbands.
Ralph saw a middle-aged woman with a weary, intelligent face and a great mass of gray hair passing these out from a carrybag. She was wearing a tee-shirt with Susan Day's face on it and the words \\!I"
SHALL MERCY ME.
The drive-through area in front of the Civic Center's bank of entrance doors was even busier than the parking lot. No fewer than six TV newsvans were parked there, and various tech crews stood under the triangular cement canopy in little clusters, discussing how they were going to handle tonight's event. And according to the bedsheet banner which hung down from the canopy, flapping lazily in the breeze, there was going to be an event. RALLY IS oN, it read in large, blurry spray-paint letters. 8 P.M. COME SHOW YOUR
SOLIDARITY EXPRESS YOUR OUTRAGE COMFORT YOUR SISTERS.
Joe put the Ford in Park, then turned to Old Dor, eyebrows raised.
Dor nodded, and Joe looked at Ralph. "I guess this is where you and Lois get out, Ralph. Good luck. I'd come with you if I could-I even asked him-but he says I'm not equipped."
"That's all right," Ralph said. "We appreciate everything you've done, don't we, Lois?"
"We certainly do," Lois said.
Ralph reached for the doorhandle, then let it go again. He turned to face Dorrance. "What's this about? Really, I mean. It's not about saving the two thousand or so people Clotho and Lachesis said are going to be here tonight, that's for sure. To the kind of All-Time forces they talked about, two thousand lives are probably Just a little more grease on the bearings. So what's it all about, Alfie? Why are we here?"
Dorrance's grin had faded at last; with it gone he looked younger and strangely formidable. 'Job asked God the same question," he said, "and got no answer. You're not going to get one either, but I'll tell you this much: you've become the pivot-point of great events and vast forces. The work of the higher universe has almost completely come to a stop as those of both the Random and the Purpose turn to mark your progress."
"That's great, but I don't get it," Ralph said, more in resignation than in anger.
"Neither do I, but those two thousand lives are enough for me," Lois said quietly. "I could never live with myself if I didn't at least try