Karl didn't have to ask what she meant. He'd seen those women. Never in Waldron's Gate, of course, at least not out in the open. Such things simply were not done. But as a much younger man he'd heard about how different life was out in the countryside, or even as close to home as the Convenience.
Disposal of garbage and waste wasn't the only thing residents of Waldron's Gate preferred to be kept out of sight in that far end of town.
And like so many other young men, he'd visited the Convenience a few times. Years ago, but he wasn't the kind of man to deny the existence of what he himself had taken advantage of.
"All that may be," he said. "But there's still the matter of whether any of what you claim is possible. All I saw you do was set something up. I need some kind of proof before I
