“
He does, and so do I.” Harland sipped at his glass. “You wouldn’t want Commies on your school board and in your neighborhood watch, would you?” “I wouldn’t mind a bit,” Reka said and had the pleasure of seeing Arlene’s beau choke on his sun tea. “I don’t think you know quite what you mean by that, Mrs. Muller,” Harland said. “The threat to our children—” “Oh, who cares about the children?” Reka cut him off, and she took pleasure doing it. The trouble with men like Harland Adams was that they hadn’t been interrupted enough whenever they started holding forth about the country, the law, the children. “Stop hiding behind the children. Children are in no danger from Communists, because most Communists are about as dangerous as garden snails. Just college boys who think quoting Marx and drinking vodka makes them rebels. Lock ’em up for boring people to death, but don’t lock ’em up for the children.
”
”