He paused for a moment . "It's just that we have different values, maybe, from some of the surrounding communities," he explained. "We've been written up a lot. We had four minutes on the 'CBS Evening News' one time. Three or four years ago. 'A City of Churches, it was called." "Yes, a place of my own is essential," Cecelia said, " I f I am to survive here." "That's kind of a funny attitude to take," Mr. Phillips said. What denomination are you?" Cecelia was silent. The truth was, she wasn't anything . "I said, what denomination are you?" Mr. Phillips repeated. "I can will my dreams," Cecelia said. "I can dream whatever I want. If I want to dream that I'm having a good time, in Paris or some other city, all I have to do is go to sleep and I will dream that dream. I can dream whatever I want." "What do you dream, then, mostly?" Mr. Phillips said, looking at her closely. "Mostly sexual things," she said. She was not afraid of him . "Prester is not that kind of a town," Mr. Phillips said, looking away.