And he knew he had opened the town up to months of turmoil and uncertainty. He had set in motion something that would generate deep fissures and resentment in their community, but like most things in suburban America, it would crawl back into the comfortable cobwebs of the soul. It would lie dormant, as it usually did, until something else cropped up and gave it a chance to crawl out and see the sun again for a few minutes.
