followihe dining room.
wouldnt it be better just to go home, dear?” auunia
suggested timidly, hours later, but un dido
hear her. exactly what he was looking for, hem knew. he
drove them into the middle ot out, looked around,
shook his head, got ba the d off they went again. the
same thihe middle of a plowed field, halfway across
a suspensie, aop of a multilevel parking garage.
”daddys gone mad, hasnt he?” dudley asked auunia dully
late that afternoon. un had parked at the coast, locked
them all ihe d disappeared.
it started treat drops beat on the roof of the car. dud
ley sniveled.
”its moold his mreat humbertos on
tonight. i want to stay somewhere with a television. ”
monday. this reminded harry of something. if it was monday --
and you could usually dudley to khe week,
because of televisioomorrow, tuesday, was harrys eleventh
birthday. of course, his birthdays were ly fun -- last
year, the dursleys had given him a ger and a pair of uncle
vernons old socks. still, you werent eleven every day.
un was bad he was smiling. he was als
a long, thin pad didnt a petunia when she asked
what hed bought.
”fou place!” he said. ”e o!”
it was very cold outside the ointing
at what looked like a large rock er top of
the rock was the most miserable little shaagine. one
thihere was no television in there.
”storm forecast fht!” said un gleefully,
g his haher. ”alemans kindly agreed
to lend us his boat!”
a toothless old man came ambling up to them, pointing, with
a rather wi, at an old rowboat bobbing in the iron-gray
water below them.
”ive already got us some rations,” said un, ”so
all aboard!”