The doors of the churches were opening, on both sides of the street. Small groups of people came out and stood there, in front of the churches, gazing at Cecelia and Mr. Phillips. A young man stepped forward and shouted, "Everyone in this town already has a car! There is no one in this town who doesn't have a car!" "Is that true?" Cecelia asked Mr. Phillips. "Yes." he said. "It's true. No one would rent a car here. Not in a hundred years." "Then I won't stay," she said. " I 'll go somewhere else." "You must stay," he said. "There is already a car-rental office for you. In Mount Moriah Baptist, on the lobby floor. There is a counter and a telephone and a rack of car keys. And a calendar." "I won't stay," she said. "Not if there's not any sound business reason for staying." "We want you," said Mr. Phil l i p s. "We want you standing behind the counter of the car-rental agency, during regular business hours. It will make the town complete . " "I won't," she said. "Not me." "You must. It's essential . " " I ' ll dream," she said. "Things you won't like." "We are discontented," said Mr. Philli p s. "Terribl e , terribl e discontented. Something is wrong . " " I 'll dream the s ecret," she said. "You'll be sorry." "We are like other towns, except that we are perfect," he said. "Our discontent can only be held in check by perfection. We need a car-rental girl. Someone must stand behind that counter . " " I 'll dream the life you are most afraid of," Cecelia threatened . "You are ours," he said, gripping her arm. "Our car-rental girl. Be nice. There is nothing you can do." "Wait and see," Cecelia said .