Chapter 25

Leo nodded, “Un huh.” He tried to sound nonchalant and ended up making his voice too high. He reminded himself to blink. “Can we come in?”

Gordy stepped aside. “Please do.”

Five minutes and a bread knife later, Belinda was sporting pieces of the pool noodle over her horns as if they’d picked her up a bizarre neon hat. They hadn’t even had to hold her still as she’d been so interested in trying to nibble on Fig’s hemp sweater that she’d stood in place while they fixed her up—stuffing pieces of the pool noodle over her horns by wedging them in the tiny hole that ran through the middle of it. Once on, she merely tossed her head a couple of times, then carried on, content with her new fashion accessory.

“Awesome,” Leo said. “Not too heavy, not too bulky, if they do get pulled off, the worst that might happen is she eats a couple of chunks of foam.”

“So intestinal blockage,” Jeff added. “Bloat. Esophagus and stomach obstruction…”