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Room
17
Railview
Hotel
Cokeworth
Harry
made
a
grab
for
the
letter
but
Uncle
Vernon
knocked
his
hand
out
of
the
way
.
The
woman
stared
.
"
I
'll
take
them
,
"
said
Uncle
Vernon
,
standing
up
quickly
and
following
her
from
the
dining
room
.
"
Would
n't
it
be
better
just
to
go
home
,
dear
?
"
Aunt
Petunia
suggested
timidly
,
hours
later
,
but
Uncle
Vernon
did
n't
seem
to
hear
her
.
Exactly
what
he
was
looking
for
,
none
of
them
knew
.
He
drove
them
into
the
middle
of
a
forest
,
got
out
,
looked
around
,
shook
his
head
,
got
back
in
the
car
,
and
off
they
went
again
.
The
same
thing
happened
in
the
middle
of
a
plowed
field
,
halfway
across
a
suspension
bridge
,
and
at
the
top
of
a
multilevel
parking
garage
.
"
Daddy
's
gone
mad
,
has
n't
he
?
"
Dudley
asked
Aunt
Petunia
dully
late
that
afternoon
.
Uncle
Vernon
had
parked
at
the
coast
,
locked
them
all
inside
the
car
,
and
disappeared
.
It
started
to
rain
.
Great
drops
beat
on
the
roof
of
the
car
.
Dudley
sniveled
.
"
It
's
Monday
,
"
he
told
his
mother
.
"
The
Great
Humberto
's
on
tonight
.
I
want
to
stay
somewhere
with
a
television
.
"
Monday
.
This
reminded
Harry
of
something
.
If
it
was
Monday
--
and
you
could
usually
count
on
Dudley
to
know
the
days
the
week
,
because
of
television
--
then
tomorrow
,
Tuesday
,
was
Harry
's
eleventh
birthday
.
Of
course
,
his
birthdays
were
never
exactly
fun
--
last
year
,
the
Dursleys
had
given
him
a
coat
hanger
and
a
pair
of
Uncle
Vernon
's
old
socks
.
Still
,
you
were
n't
eleven
every
day
.
