 ¼ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls
Here Joćo was, probably for the last time, in the King's Cross Station with one addition to the last year's company: his mother. He couldn't quite decide whether he should be happy to have her beside him, or suspicious that his mother and father were actually heading towards a friendship. Not that his mother was quite ready to be a real mother yet; she was merely with him there because she needed to visit England for a new deal between both countries. This trip to the station was no more than a coincidence that just troubled Joćo. He didn't like this new friendlier mother.
The two men waited for the senhora to finish examining the architecture. Joćo just wished she was done already. He wanted to bid them a goodbye and go at last. He had to examine around too, since it probably was his last year. His father'd never succeeded in staying in one place longer than 2 years.
"Impressionante!" muttered the woman, clearly showing much more enthusiasm for the station than in her won son. "Vocź nćo acha?" None of the men answered her, and she was soon bored. "Vamos!" she ordered, and soon they were in front of the magical barrier, waiting for a good opportunity to disappear. |