Chapter 20

Belinda, as if she knew the room was being prepared for her, began to pounce on the mats the moment they were in place. With her woolly slippers surprisingly still in place, and four centimetres of rubber underneath her, her formerly clackity-clack-smashes were reduced to nothing more than the whispered bump of a bunny rabbit hopping, even as she began to do her interpretation of Alex Owens in the final dance.

“What a feeling,” Leo said, grinning.

“Huh?”

Leo waved off Gordy. “Nothing. Old movie reference. Bring in that pool, will you?”

They placed the pool in the far corner of the room and added several centimetres of water. Belinda could drink from it, rest in it, splash around it, or pee in it for all Leo cared. He’d used a good strong plastic liner on the floor, and unless something beyond Belinda happened in that bedroom, both the floor and the ceiling underneath it would be safe.