"I am the chairman," I said proudly.
"Why in heaven's name did you let yourself get roped into something like that?"
"I was selected by Mrs. Baden!"
"Obscenity," said Clay. It is his privilege, of course, to use this word.
The arty little store where Regina works has a telephane as well as a telephone, and in color, at that. So I could see Regina in full color, taking her own good time about switching on the sound. She switched on as a sort of afterthought and tilted her nose at me. I don't suppose she can really tilt her nose up and down, but she always gives that impression.
"Gail has an incipient streptococcus infection," I said. "They sent her home."
"Ma-ma!" Gail cried.
"Why didn't they give her a shot there? That's what they did with my niece last year."
I explained why not.