He put on his coat and buttoned it up to the neck. As he left the office, he muttered: "It isn't for little boys, either."
He went home. Cooper wasn't in the apartment, but his bed had been slept in and the animals had been fed. Monday was the one day of vacation for the entire "Who He?" staff, and there was no telling where anyone might be on this blessed day of release from the rat-race. Lennox changed, then went to the phone and dialed Houseways, Inc.
"Miss Valentine, please."
"Who's calling?"
"Frank Lloyd Wright."
There was a pause, then Gabby's voice, soft and reproachful. "You shouldn't have said that."
"I know. There's something about a phone that always makes me lie. Being invisible, I suppose. Do draftsmen come under the Women's Employment Regulations?"
"Why ... there's no such law."
"Of course there is. You know the one I mean, sweetheart. You lectured all about it just before I spilled the coffee. Where they have to let women out for five minutes every hour to use the bathroom."
"Oh. You mean—"