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After two hours—and a lot of explaining things to Cissy and Zeke—we’re finally ready to go to LaGuardia. Cissy didn’t want to bring Iggy, but Zeke was in full support. In my opinion, I think Zeke just wants to see Iggy blow things up, but whatever. As long as we leave for LaGuardia, I’m good.
Trouble is, we’re not leaving. And the problem isn’t Cissy and Zeke, either. Iggy is stalling.
“Iggy no like hat.” His muffled voice sounds from underneath the black Darth Vader helmet Cissy found to cover his head. “No, no, no.”
I kneel beside him. Like Cissy and Zeke, I’m wearing a floor-length trench coat to hide my tail, along with overlarge Terminator-style sunglasses to hide any kind of glow from my eyes.
I’ll be honest here. It’s not a great look.
“This is the thing, Iggy,” I explain.
