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blossoming, Glenn?"

"Cats make me feel crawly," Wheelan said, pushing his schooner back and forth in front of him.

"Why, even the slums are a sight to see. And San Miguel's getting to be a well-liked spot. Like
Capistrano and Disneyland. Being well-liked is good for a town's civic pride." The chief grinned at
Wheelan.

"I think there's something basically wrong with people turning into cats." Wheelan made up his mind not
to drink the beer.

"There might be something wrong in it if people did it out of spite or for mischief, Glenn. But I think
most competent authorities will agree that Mr. Balderstone's method has a real, honest-to-gosh
therapeutic value." He looked straight at Wheelan. "There's a lot of nervous tension these days, Glenn.
Even teaching in Pasadena you must have seen that."

"Well, Hal, I'll admit that. I just don't think Balder-stone's approach is any solution."

Neff laughed. "There's not really much solution to anything." He leaned back into the shadows in the
booth corner. "You're as interested in our town as anybody, aren't you, Glenn? Growing up here, playing
in the Little League, attending Grover Cleveland High."

"Sure. That's why I hate to see it taken over by some crackpot cult."

"You're entitled to your opinions. Just don't hand them out in the form of leaflets."



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"About that permit?"

"Well, Glenn, you know how tangled in red tape any government gets. It'll take time. Even with me
putting the spurs to everybody. Uh, you're leaving the first part of September?"

"Yeah, when school opens." Wheelan pushed his glass away and slid out of the booth. "It'll take until
early September to get the permit, huh?"

"No. With me seeing to it you should have it by the end of August." He stood and shook hands.
Something about shaking hands with Chief Neff unsettled Wheelan. Trying not to show it, he walked
with Neff out into the light.




Wheelan was squatting, studying the bottom shelves of his aunt's refrigerator. He looked into an opened
tin of smoked oysters, then decided against making a sandwich. He opened a can of beer and sat down at
the white-topped table. This was the night his aunt went out to Balderstone's. Wheelan shivered. They
even had special buses running out there.