The counter ran the length of the building, with swivel seats every 2 feet. Between every other seat was the required collection of condiments and pap...r napkin holders. Along the window side, the standard, and I always found uncomfortable booths.In counterpoint to the various sounds of conversation and eating, the tinny voice of Tex Ritter was crying about a lost love from the jukebox. I glanced down at the far end of the counter. A real, honest to god, Wurlitzer jukebox. Not the modern cd. Without a doubt, Umbridge was the ugliest, most foul beast that ever heaved its bulk across the face of the protesting earth. She was not really an enemy, and so Dumbledore could not destroy her. She was not a Death Eater, and so he could not have her arrested and imprisoned. She was too stupid to understand his jokes, and so mocking her was almost too cruel. And so all that was left to Dumbledore was to endure the simpering, sacrin voice; to put up with the blundering attempts at sarcastic. .. how are you handling it?”That set Judy off. She began to laugh and laugh and laugh until the tears were streaming down her face and she had to hold her belly as she fought to regain control.Her laughter was contagious. Kara joined her and they would up holding hands and pointing at one another with their free hand. When they calmed down Kara said, “You weren’t joking, were you?”“No, and when you said ‘how am I handling it,’ I lost it.”“You’ve masturbated them!”“Yes ... but...”“But?”“They’re. "He sighed. "Ladies, this was dumped in my lap a yesterday because hesaid he saw Faerie. I could have ignored it, but I went 800 miles out ofmy way to find out what happened, and to offer help. Am I to stand byand allow him to die?"The Queen looked up at him, and her face softened. "So you are of thatold kind we remember in story and song. I apologize for my harsh words.Will you take our hospitality this night?" Well first, I need to pick something up. A gift for the clan, and someinformation..