Part 32 (1/2)

”I so move,” said Wrightman.

”All those in favor, raise your hands,” said the mayor.

Her hand and Wrightman's went up.

”Opposed?”

Wilkens, Parenelli, and Trasker all raised their hands.

”I move that no further feasibility study be made about the issue of opening Midnight Pa.s.s,” said Wilkens. ”And that the issue of Midnight Pa.s.s be tabled indefinitely.”

”Second the motion,” said Parenelli.

”Discussion?” said the chair.

”I still think-” Wrightman said.

”Call the question,” said Trasker.

”Bill,” Wrightman said, ”you don't know what you're doing.”

”Call the question,” Trasker repeated. ”You haven't known what you were doing for the past five years and you've still voted.”

”Commissioner Trasker,” the mayor said. ”Please wait till we've heard discussion on the question. Discussion?”

A less than confident Commissioner Wrightman, amid grumbling from the crowd, stood and said, ”Logic, plain simple logic says that a hasty decision now could cause environmental damage, long-term environmental damage that none of us want. Let's go over the history of this controversy-”

”Point of order,” said Wilkens. ”I get the distinct impression that my colleague plans to filibuster, to talk until Commissioner Trasker, who is obviously unwell, cannot partic.i.p.ate in any debate. I move for cloture.”

”You have no reason to think that Commissioner Wrightman plans-” the mayor began.

”Vote cloture,” said Trasker. ”Now. Follow the G.o.dd.a.m.n rules, Bea.”

Reluctantly, clearly defeated, the mayor called for the vote. Wrightman sat down. Most of the audience applauded.

”Call the question,” Parenelli said.

”Call the question,” Wilkens added.

”Call the question,” most of those in the audience repeated.

”All in favor of tabling the Midnight Pa.s.s study, respond by saying *Aye,'” Beatrice McElveny said reluctantly.

”With all due respect,” said Wilkens, ”that was not the motion. The motion was to have no study and to keep the Pa.s.s closed. That was my motion.”

The audience applauded again.

The mayor called for the vote.

There were three ayes and one nay. The mayor chose to abstain rather than suffer defeat.

The crowd went wild. The mayor found her gavel and pounded for quiet.

”Quiet, please,” Reverend Wilkens said.

Parenelli the radical was grinning and shaking his head. Wilkens raised his hands. The audience went silent.

”Madame Mayor,” said Parenelli, ”I believe we just pa.s.sed a motion.”

The mayor looked confused.

”You hit the gavel,” said the old man. ”And then you say, *The motion carries.' You've been doing that for almost a year. It shouldn't be that hard.”

The mayor tapped the gavel and, voice breaking, said, ”The motion carries.”

There was handshaking all around, but a small cl.u.s.ter of well-dressed men and women gathered in the corner with Commissioner Wrightman. Someone called the mayor to join the group. She gathered her papers and bypa.s.sed the gathering.

”Bea knows which side her ballot is b.u.t.tered on,” Parenelli said.

”It's not over,” said Wilkens. ”William, are you all right?”

”No, but thanks to you, I'm conscious and I got to do something for the right reasons for a change. Not enough to get me into heaven, if there is one, but maybe I'll get a cushy job in h.e.l.l making cold stale coffee when the d.a.m.ned come off of their one-minute break every millennium.”

”Mr. Fonesca,” Wilkens said, taking my hand, ”thank you. If there is ever anything...”

”You know Jerry Robins?”

”Downtown a.s.sociation, yes,” said Wilkens.

”You know the Texas Bar and Grill on Second?”

”Yes,” he said. ”There's a connection?”

”Robins and some others want the Texas to go upscale or move out,” I said. ”A friend of mine owns it, another friend who helped me get Trasker here tonight lives and works there.”

”And you want me to...”

”Talk to Robins,” I said.

”He doesn't necessarily represent the feelings of the majority of members of the a.s.sociation,” Wilkens said. ”I'll discuss it with him. I'm sure reason will prevail.”

”Thank you,” I said.

”You'll have to excuse me now,” Wilkens said, touching my shoulder.

John Rubin was at my side, notepad out.