Recall any movie with an "ethnic" cast, the scenes offamilies sitting around a dinner table, digging into plates of chowmein, collard greens, cannoli, baklava, whatever.
As usual, Mariachi Plaza was full of musicians strolling around, waiting for their chance to serenade a couple or a family with a love song or a classic corrido.
The Potters smiled and waved at Harry and he stared hungrily back at them, his hands pressed flat against the glass as though he was hoping to fall right through it and reach them.
It seemed to him, though, that Polynesians and Micronesians were one people, united by the vast ocean which he, and they, had crisscrossed for millennia in their tiny boats.
She sat in the pew with the clergyman's family, and when they had ended the psalm and looked up, they nodded and said, " It is right that thou art come! "