I landed on the Crowley home and tooted for five minutes before I remembered that Regina was at work.
"Ma-ma!" Gail began.
"Wouldn't you like to come to Verne's house," I asked, "and we can call up your mama?"
"No." Well, I asked, didn't I?
I was carrying Gail down the steps from my roof when I bumped unexpectedly into Clay.
"What is that!" he exclaimed, and Gail became again flying blonde hair and kicking feet.
"Regina's child," I said. "What are you doing home?"
"Accountant sent me back. Twenty-five and a half hours is the maximum this week. Good thing, too. I've got a headache." He eyed Gail meaningfully. She was obviously not the sort of thing the doctor orders for a headache.
"I can't help it, honey," I said, sitting down on a step to tear another handkerchief square from my skirt. "I'm going to call Regina at work now."
"Don't you have a chairman to take care of things like that?"