All the snacking that Violet had been doing led to her having quite the noticeable gut.
It really was getting in the way of everything nowadays, from her designer jeans to certain bedroom activities.
I didn’t think any less of her for this, by the way.
In fact I liked it quite a bit.
She did her best to not let it slow her down. Belt doesn’t fit? Buy a new one. Bar getting a bit crowded? Don’t put so many glass stuff at gut level when she could help it.
She was the same fire brand that played bass for the Hobos of Prose, just a bit softer.
“And you’re sure Francis isn’t just trying to get us to join a weird cult or something?”
“Even if he was would you pass up an all expense paid trip to Germany?”
Violet crawled onto my lap and straddled me.
“Fine, but if it's a horror movie he’s bringing us into, I have dibs on being the final girl.”
I started to lift her shirt over her head. My hands grabbed onto her aptly named love handles.
“I thought the final girl had to be a virgin.”
She laughed.
“There are exceptions…”
A few months later we were landing down at the Berlin Brandenburg Airport.
“Ready to rock?” Violet said to me as we picked up our luggage from the baggage area.
“If by rock you mean get to Francis’ place and sleep the jet lag off then yeah.”
“Quit being such an old man!”
“I am an old man!”
“Don’t worry I’ll make sure to clean your dentures while you sleep.”
Violet drove the rental car to Francis’ place while I entertained her with my cover of “When I’m sixty-four” in both English and broken German.
I also may have been feeding her some chips the whole ride we had picked up in the airport.
We knew Francis’ was doing well.
We just didn’t know how well until we saw his place.
“Holy fuck.” Was all my wife said as she munched away.
The place ( or I guess compound) was a walled off 4 story mansion. It had a garden, a pool with a pool house bigger than our home, and a tennis court.
“I’m beginning to believe you that this is a horror movie”
“This is where I would shoot one.”
A video screen awaited us at the gate.
“David! Violet! You guys are looking great!”
Francis was looking mighty fine himself, a new beard and stockier frame doing wonders for him.
“Not looking too bad yourself Frankie!” Violet said, an in joke from when she misread the audition details.
“Well come on in! I’ve got a big surprise for you all!”
The gate opened and we gave each other a look.
Francis always had a heart bigger than his brain, and while he loved the band some of his ideas didn’t really pan out that well.
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