was charmed. âHeh, heh,â he chuckled. âThatâs right. Well, letâs see what youâve got there.â
OâHara stepped forward and stood next to the table with the box, but didnât lift the cover.
âBy way of preamble,â he began, âI want to tell you that we at Mulligan Construction believe we were presented with a tall order: a request for a modern, innovative design that would also honor the unique tradition of our clients, the Metinnicut Indian tribe.â
A hush of expectation fell over the room. Feeling a slight vibration, Lucyâs attention was drawn to Curt Nolan, who was sitting a few seats from her. He was so tense that his knee was twitching; his hands were clenched anxiously. Ellie was watching him nervously.
âWith all due modesty,â OâHara continued, âI think you will agree that we have risen to the challenge and exceeded it.â
With a flourish he lifted the cardboard cover and revealed the architectâs model.
Involuntarily, Lucy blinked. There was a stunned silence, then a collective gasp, as audience members absorbed the two gleaming hotel towers, each at least fifteen stories tall, and the accompanying casino, a monstrous version of a traditional Iroquois long house rendered in glass and steel.
Lucy wondered what Nolanâs reaction was and looked curiously at him. His knee, she saw, was jumping and his knuckles were white.
âWhat may not be obvious,â said OâHara, flicking a laser point over the model, âis that the complex will provide parking for two thousand cars, accommodations for five hundred overnight guests, numerous gift shops, and a wide variety of restaurants catering to all tastes from fast food right on up to a five-star dining experience.â
As soon as heâd finished speaking, hands shot up around the room and Curt Nolan was on his feet.
âThis is a travesty, an outrage,â exclaimed Nolan.
From his perch behind the selectmenâs bench, Howard White was nodding in agreement. He made no attempt to silence Nolan but let him continue.
âThis prop-proposal has nothing to do with Metinnicut heritage,â said Nolan, so angry he was stumbling over his words. âMetinnicuts never lived in long housesâand they certainly didnât have skyscrapers. And what about that museum we were promised? If you ask me, the only thing this looks like is the Emerald City of Oz!â
He sat down with a thump, and Ellie gave him a little pat on the knee.
White, for perhaps the one and only time, was nodding in agreement with Nolan. Looking around the room, he next recognized Bob Goodman, certain that he, as the lawyer for the Association for the Preservation of Tinkerâs Cove, would also be against the proposal.
âPutting all aesthetic considerations aside,â began Bob, pausing to remove his glasses and wipe them with a handkerchief, âI feel compelled to point out that, as presented here tonight, this design does not comply with the existing zoning and site plan regulations of this town.â
Canaday was immediately on his feet. âPoint of order,â he said, managing to get everyoneâs attention without raising his voice. âWe believe there is some precedent here. If built on land that is owned by the tribe, and that can be shown to have been traditionally occupied by the tribe, local zoning ordinances do not apply.â
At this pronouncement, the room exploded in an uproar as citizens loudly debated with their neighbors whether this could possibly be true.
Howard White pounded his gavel, and gradually the roar subsided and order was restored.
âI want to remind everyone that the merits,â he spat the word out, âof the proposed casino are not the issue tonight. The question is whether the board will support the Metinnicut petition for federal recognition. Iâm going to close the public debate now and bring that issue back to