“They did what they could to give us a fair chance to fight back. But what happens next is up to us,” Nerit said.
“So did they give you any assurances, huh? That we’ll live?” Peggy asked this, her face quite pale.
“No. They did not. ” Nerit stood slowly and her presence seemed to push back those closest to her. “It is up to us if we win or lose. If we live or die. ”
“That side door was opened up,” Ed said again. “After there was explicit orders to keep it closed. ”
“That was my call,” Juan said. “To save Travis and Katie. ”
“No offense to them, but if we go around breaking all the rules for the popular folks, we’re all gonna die,” Ed continued.
Gretchen, former librarian and always an outspoken woman, stepped next to Ed. “He’s right. We’ve all been following along behind the leaders of this fort. Doing what you said. Even when we disagreed because we all wanted this to work. But would that door have been opened for me?”
Angry murmurs grew loud until Nerit held up her hand. “Juan did what he felt was right. Whether you agree or not, the choice was made. ”
“You know, the Baptists hightailed it out of here talking about God’s judgment. Now you’re talking about ghosts. Anyone noticed that the gay people around here have kinda been dying?” a male voice called out from the back.
Bette looked sharply toward the person who spoke and Katie saw Linda take hold of her arm.
“You have no right,” Lenore suddenly shouted. “No right to say that. Ke
n gave his life for all of us!”
The Reverend took hold of her arm and drew her back. Comforting her, he said, “Many have given their lives for all of us. ”
Travis stood up and towered over everyone. Katie held onto his hand and he rubbed her fingers gently with his thumb. “This isn’t a time to fall apart. ”
“The ghosts came to warn us! To tell us to fight!” Katarina sounded close to hysterics. “Bill says the veil is thin and that is why he could come to me.
He said we gotta fight and we can’t lose. ”
“What the mighty hell is this damn veil?” It was the same man who had made the comment about the gay people. Katie finally recognized him as someone from the mall. His name was Art or something like that. He was a former councilman of another town.
“It’s what lays between the physical realm and spiritual realm,” a woman’s voice said. It was Maddie Goode. “The veil is what keeps the worlds from bleeding over. ”
“Witch stuff, huh?”
“No, real stuff. Plus, a New Moon tonight. The veil is very, very thin. ”
Goode lifted her tiny chin and looked defiantly at Art.
The Reverend cleared his throat. “God does send messengers. We must remember that. ”
“She’s talking witch stuff,” another woman said. “Everyone knows she’s one of those Wiccans. ”
“Just because she’s from another religion, does not mean her belief is not accurate in some form,” Rune spoke up for Maddie.
She gave him a tight hug, but looked wary of the people glaring at her.
This comment did not sit well with many gathered in the lobby.
The long festering resentments were flowing to the surface very quickly.
Friends and family members were arguing with each other. The stress was overwhelming. Everyone was on edge. Everyone was afraid.
“Maybe the Baptists had it right. Maybe it isn’t safe here,” Art said at last.
“If we can’t trust our leadership to look out for all of us. ”