What are you doing in there, waxing your mustache?โ Iggy yelled, pounding on the bathroom door. I yanked the door open and pushed him backward hard, making him stagger. โI donโt have a mustache, you idiot!โ Iggy giggled and put his arms up to protect himself in case I punched him. โAnd you know what?โ I added. โYou donโt have one either. Well, maybe in a couple years. You can always hope.โ I left him in the hallway, anxiously fingering his upper lip.
James PattersonIggyโs spine tightened, his face like ice. When heโd been at the School, theyโd tried to surgically enhance his night vision. Now he was blind forever. Oops.
James PattersonI wonโt lie to youโit was hilarious. Yes, we were in trouble, yes, this was a disaster, and so one and so forth, but I have to say, seeing those upturned faces, the looks, was bout the best thing that happened to us since weโd come to New York.
James Patterson