This was too good to even be called 'luck.' Providence, maybe. She reached out for the paper and glanced down at it. "Merlin, she even still lives in Portree. I know where this is." Mel shook her head and tucked the information into her bag. "Thanks, Timothy. You've no idea how much this means to me. I'll owl her tomorrow and try to set something up, let you know how it goes."
The waitress came by, and they ordered drinks and their meals. She debated on a glass of wine, since it suddenly seemed a rather special occasion, but she opted for water instead. Christmas was coming up soon, and no doubt her mum would foist mulled wine on her. Once the waitress was gone, she gave a little laugh. "I'm sorry. I'm still a little speechless." She tucked a bit of hair behind her ear, clearing her throat. "So Jack's article turned out beautifully. He let me read the last draft. It should make it into the next issue."