Friends of Life who were arrested in this morning's demonstration."
Anne Rivers was standing on the steps of the Main Street copshop with Ed Deepneau on one side and a tall, sallow, goateed individual on the other. Ed was looking natty and downright handsome in a gray tweed jacket and navy slacks. The tall man with the goatee was dressed as only a liberal with daydreams of what he might think of as "the Maine proletariat" could dress: faded jeans, faded blue workshirt, wide red fireman's suspenders. It took Ralph only a second to place him. It was Dan Dalton, owner of Secondhand Rose, Secondhand Clothes. The last time Ralph had seen him, he had been standing behind the hanging guitars and bird-cages in his shop window, flapping his hands at Ham Davenport in a gesture that said Who gives a shit what you think.p But it was Ed his eyes were drawn back to, of course, Ed who looked natty and put together in more ways than one.
McGovern apparently felt the same. "My God, I can't believe it's the same man," he murmured.
"Lisette," the good-looking blonde was saying, "with me I have Edward Deepneau and Daniel Dalton, both of Derry, two of those arrested in this morning's demonstration. That's correct, gentlemen?
You were arrested?"
They nodded, Ed with the barest twinkle of humor, Dalton with dour, jut-jawed determination. The gaze the latter fixed on Anne overs made him look-to Ralph, at least-as if he were trying to remember which abortion clinic he had seen her hurrying into, head down and shoulders hunched.
"Have you been released on bail?"
"We were released on our own recognizance," Ed answered. "The charges were minor. It was not our intention to hurt anyone, and no one was hurt."
"We were arrested only because the Godless entrenched powerstructure in this town wants to make an example of us," Dalton said, and Ralph thought he saw a minute wince momentarily tighten Ed's face. A there-he-goes-again expression.
Anne Rivers swung the mike back to Ed.
"The major issue here isn't philosophical but practical," he said.
"Although the people who run WomanCare like to concentrate on their counselling services, therapy services, free mammograms, and other such admirable functions, there's another side to the place.
Rivers of blood run out of WomanCare-"
"Innocent blood!" Dalton cried. His eyes glowed in his long, lean face, and Ralph had a disturbing insight: all over eastern Maine, people were watching this and deciding that the man in the red suspenders was crazy, while his partner seemed like a pretty reasonable fellow. It was almost funny.
Ed treated Dalton's interjection as the pro-life equivalent of Hallelujah, giving it a single respectful beat before speaking again.
"The slaughter at WomanCare has been going on for nearly eight years now," Ed told her. "Many people-especially radical feminists like Dr. Roberta Harper, WomanCare's chief administrator-like to gild the lily with phrases like 'early termination," but what she's talking about is abortion, the ultimate act of abuse against women by a sexist society."
"But is lobbing dolls loaded with fake blood against the windows of a private clinic the way to put your views before the public, Mr. Deepneau?"
For a moment-just a moment, there and gone-the twinkle of good humor in Ed's eyes was replaced by a flash of something much harder and colder. For that one moment Ralph was again looking at the Ed Deepneau who had been ready to take on a truck-driver who outweighed him by a hundred pounds. Ralph forgot that what he was watching had been taped an hour ago and was afraid for the slim blonde, who was almost as pretty as the woman to whom her interview subject was still married.
Be careful, young lady, Ralph said You're standing next to a very dangerous man.
Then the flash was gone and the man in the tweed jacket was once more just an earnest young fellow who had followed his conscience to hell. Once more it was Dalton, now nervously snapping his suspenders like big red rubber bands, who looked a few sandwiches shy of a picnic.
"What we're doing is what the so-called good Germans failed to do in the thirties," Ed was saying. He spoke in the patient, lecturely tones of a man who has been forced to point this out over and over...
. mostly to those who should already know it. "They were silent and six million Jews died. In this country a similar holocaust-"
"Over a thousand babies every day," Dalton said. His former shrillness had departed. He sounded horrified and desperately tired.