Gina was speechless for a good few minutes, then silent for a few more. "I apologize for that," she said, finally, "but I don't have a very large profane vocabulary, and I didn't want to bore you. They're certified for disabled children and they turned a profoundly autistic child out of her bed at nine at fucking night?"

Somewhere, Gail wanted to kill someone and did not know why. Gina planned to fill her in.