“Where did they get five bottles of peroxide?” Olivier was dumbfounded while using his toe, nudged a stodgy blue chunk with a rag one of the kids had left on the floor.
“Leftovers from a different experiment we did in the back yard in the winter,” Grady chuckled. “I knew the little s**t had spotted them when he was in my garage with me yesterday. I should have moved them.”
“You should have but you didn’t,” Bobbie grunted her anger fizzling as she turned the shower on and watched it wash the stuff in the tub down the drain. She sniffed, “kind of reminds me of being at the salon and a bakery at the same time.”
Meri giggled and scooped more foam into the sink. “How did it get so far out of the tub?”
“It just kept spilling over,” Olivier whispered as if reliving a traumatic memory.
“Grady
