“Waitress, some fresh wine over here please.”
It’s like Sid has completely forgotten who I am, Martha Lamb ruminated. Might as well fall off the face of the Earth.
“Finished with your salad sir?”
Wait, she thought twistedly, eyeing cheese colored Golden Jim across two tables. I already did.
Well, Indy. Our Corsican contact was correct. Looks like Harry Potter’s Diagon Alley changes over to *Diagonal* Alley beyond this point. She’s in there all right.”
“Better change over now before going through the wall. Muggle,” Sid added playfully, making his older daughter giggle.