Lorna said. “With a devilish charm that could sweep a young fairy off her feet.” She had decided to risk a short journey on mortal transport and they were on the bus, surrounded by her plastic bags. She couldn’t stop talking about her ex-husband the genie. Tom hoped he didn’t run into anyone from school. “And he was the first man I’d ever met who had his own flying carpet. I just lost my head. By the time I found out he shared the carpet with his useless brother, it was too late.” “We get off in a minute. It’s the next stop.” Tom was liking his godmother more and more, but she didn’t seem to be much of a fairy. Her magic was too patchy to carry them to Abdul’s cafe, and she had forgotten to bring any mortal money with her for bus fares. Luckily Tom often went swimming in Kentish Town, so he had taken charge. He borrowed his mum’s transit card and got Lorna and her bags on the right buses. “And whenever my mother came to visit he’d turn himself into a puff of smoke and sulk inside a lamp for days.
