“Hamilton awkwardly folded himself into the passenger seat. "Couldn't you get something bigger?" he asked as he banged his knee against the dashboard. "We're supposed to be a diversion," Jonah said. "Got to make an entrance. Can't do that in a minivan, Giganto Boy. Can't do much in a minivan except look about as uncool as it gets." "Hey! My dad drives a minivan." "Snap.” LooksSaidBoysDadBiggerMy DadHeySupposed To BeKneesSeatsSnapsPassengersEntrancesDiversionJonahHamiltonUncoolDashboardsMinivansPassenger Seat Author:Judy Blundell
“I always wanted a father. Any kind. A strict one, a funny one, one who bought me pink dresses, one who wished I was a boy. One who traveled, one who never got up out of his Morris chair. Doctor, lawyer, Indian chief. I wanted shaving cream in the sink and whistling on the stairs. I wanted pants hung by their cuffs from a dresser drawer. I wanted change jingling in a pocket and the sound of ice cracking in a cocktail glass at five thirty. I wanted to hear my mother laugh behind a closed door.” KindWantedMotherFatherSoundBehindsBoysLaughingFiveDoorsDoctorsDressesGlassesLawyerIceChiefsIndianThirtyPocketsChairsPantsCreamHungTraveledStrictStairsCocktailsDrawersClosed DoorsShavingWhistlingCuffsDressersMorrisShaving CreamIndian Chief Book:What I Saw and How I Lied Source: What I Saw and How I Lied
