Chapter 158

“So, what shall we dance to?” the red-haired woman standing opposite me asks. “A bit of Backstreet Boys? Some old school disco? Oh, I know, I know.” She leaps to her feet, fingers flying over her phone, then grins at me, her blue eyes sparkling. “I love Madagascar, don’t you?” I’m pretty damn confused by this point, but I recognize the song as soon as it kicks on—“I Like to Move It” by Reel to Real. It’s a terrific song to dance to, but it’s really not what I expected at an interview. I was told it would be informal, but this is more of an impromptu party. “Shawn!” she hollers, her voice piercing even over the beat of the music. “Can you make this louder?” A blond-haired boy of ten or eleven looks up at her from his corner of the room. It’s a big space, like a school gym, with various activities going on around us. He nods and takes the phone over to a sound system, and within seconds, the track is blasting from speakers positioned around the room. “Come on, let’s get jiggy,” yells Sis