Before he could respond, the girls picked up their pace towards the dance floor and Tom braced himself for whateverlay in store with the two little whirlwinds currently latched onto each hand and giggling uncontrollably.
“Do you know how to do the Grotty Grot dance?” Lily asked.
“The Grotty Grot dance? Never heard of it.”
“That’s because you’re old. Come on, we’ll teach you.”
And thus Tom’s education in the rhythmic intricacies of the mystifying Grotty Grot dance began. Judging by the hilarious reactions of Carole’s nieces, this was a dance they were very much making up as they went along for their own twisted amusement.
But Tom didn’t care, so long as it kept them happy.
And when he spied Carole lingering on the side of the dance floor and watching the spectacle unfold with an expression of pure glee on her face, he threw himself into the dreadful dance with full abandon.
