Cathy surveyed Vicki’s slim, trim figure, looking her up and down with an expression of exaggerated appraisal on her face.
“You don’t look like the mother type to me, gal.”
“All right.” Vicki chuckled. “Make it big sister if that suits you better.”
At that moment the door to the flight deck opened and Captain March entered the main cabin, followed by Johnny Baker, the copilot. The captain had a leather brief case tucked under his arm and both men carried blue canvas overnight bags stamped with the name and insignia of the airline.
“How did it go, girls?” the captain asked.
“Smooth as silk,” Vicki answered. “Everybody seemed to enjoy themselves, and one or two went out of their way to say so.”
“Fine,” the captain said briskly. “That’s good. Now let’s check in and get out to the hotel. I could use a swim.”
As the four crew members walked from the plane to Federal’s operations office in the airport building, Vicki explained to Captain March about her invitation to stay with the Curtins.
“And oh, yes,” she continued. “A young friend of mine works as a cargo handler in the freight warehouse.” She told the captain briefly about Joey Watson and how she had helped get him his job. “Do you suppose it will be all right if I go over and say hello?”
“I don’t see why not,” the captain replied. “Just be sure to check with the foreman first. They don’t like to have unauthorized personnel wandering around.”