The next morning, Quigley used the shower first.
Andrew and Brownley pounded on the bathroom door, but I finally got them to stop.
Even though he used all the hot water, we didn't freeze to death. At least not to death.
When we got to breakfast, we met Violet, Sunny, Klaus, and Isadora.
"Hey," Violet said, giving Quigley a gooey look. He smiled back.
When Quigley and I got inline, I said, "Can you hold my spot for me? I have to use the restroom."
He nodded, and I dashed off.
Some big guy stomped over. "You wouldn't mind if I, say, I don't know-cut you?"
Quigley frowned at him. "Sorry man, but that's my brother's and my spot."
He glared down at Quigley. "Let me in, punk," he threatened, cracking his knuckles.
Isadora and I, firstborns, are somehow stronger and tougher, I mean, no offense toward Quigley. But he's more of a lover than a fighter, which can be good at times. But Isadora and the Baudelaires weren't sitting at a table near the line, so they didn't know what happened.
Before anyone in line could say or do anything, his fist boomed out from his arm and dotted Quigley hard in the face. Blood dripped down his nose and his mouth was bruised.
"Now may I cut you?" he said girly. "Or do you want some more?"
Quigley stood his ground, not willing to let him past. Everyone in line watched, but did nothing.
As the guy prepared to give Quigley an even bloodier nose, a fist shot out and walloped the side of his hard pretty darn hard. Mine.
I just got back from the restroom and some people said they saw a fight going on, but I didn't figure with my brother.
The guy wobbled quite a bit, but still managed. He swung at me, but another fist shot out and clobbered him upside-the-head too.
Isadora had arrived, along with Klaus, Sunny, and Violet.
He tried a hit at me again, but he was overpowered. Sunny grabbed someone's tray and dumped it over his head.
"Get away from my brother," Isadora said, making fists.
Sunny bared her four-still-sharp-somehow teeth, and Klaus grabbed a heavy textbook. Violet got out a rubber band and a bunch of paper hornets.
The guy backed down, but threatened to return.