“Please stop,” I pleaded. “You’ll drive me crazy.”
“But, it’s marvellous,” Myra said, her face alight with pleasure. “You’re only jealous. Let me go once more across the room and then I promise I won’t do it again.”
“Well, if it means so much to you,” I said and shoved her off into space again. I must have given her too hard a posh because she shot across the room narrowly missing Doc who threw himself on the floor with a squeal of fear. She banged against the wall, ricocheted like a billiard ball and whizzed over Bogle, who cowered down in his chair. Then the power that held her up seemed to be snatched away, for she came down on the end of her spine with a thud that made the coffee cups rattle.
Ansell hurried over to her and helped her up.
“Ooch!” she said, limping across to the bed. “There’s nothing for you to laugh at.”
“If you could have seen yourself,” I said, wiping the tears from my eyes. “You’d have laughed too.”
“Next time I take to flying, I’ll pad my undercarriage,” she said feelingly, as she sat down on the bed.
Bogle peered at her between his fingers. When he assured himself that she was sitting quietly, he took his hand away and sucked his teeth noisily. “Don’t ever do that again,” he said. “A sight like that doesn’t belong anywhere.”
“Think of the shoe leather I’ll save,” Myra said, smiling happily. “That was really something to experience.”
“Can’t we get our minds down to business?” I asked. “Not that I can think clearly. This’s about the craziest moment of my life, but we’ve still to settle about your father. Can you discuss him without becoming inflated?”