Eugene did rationalize his ability for flight by doing good deeds when he could. At night he would fly up and down his neighborhood pulling kites out of trees, picking balls out of house gutters.

He also did lots to help his mom. Like he would short-hop up to reach a jar of jam or the oregano on the top shelf in the cabinets and leave it on the counter. He'd do things his father would have done, had he the time.

"Now how'd this get here?" she'd say to herself. He would smile inside.