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I shudder. “I’ll still come down as often as I can,” I say. “And plenty of women can play bass.”
She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, but none of them are in a polyamorous relationship with four hot men, one of them a priest,” she replies. “It’s very annoying for me that, as good as the next bassist is, I won’t be able to live vicariously through her.”
“It’s not as glamorous as you make it sound,” I say, getting to my feet.
“Right,” she replies. “Because your kink isn’t hot men. It’s scheduling.”
I roll my eyes. “Seriously, it’s complicated,” I say, a smile on my face. “I mean, one of them is a priest.”
“Does it turn you on, calling him father?”
“So much,” I say. “He makes me say ‘thank you, Father’ after he gives me an orgasm and I like…I feel like it’s going to happen again.”
“Stop,” Bryony whines. “See, this is what I mean about not being able to live vicariously through you. You have to admit it’s a little rude.”
“Sorry, babe,” I reply. “I’ll send you incredibly detailed messages. I promise.”
“You better,” she says. “Then, when you come back, we can write the next album together. With really sexy basslines.”
“Of course,” I say.
“Boston is so cold, though,” she says, getting to her feet and crossing her arms in front of her chest. “Is there really nothing I can say that’ll make you reconsider?”
“I can’t make them all move here,” I reply. “And this is so much bigger than us, Bryony. I can help everyone else they help in a really hands-on way and Malon agreed to be a consultant for them. I can…I mean, I never thought I would say this, but I can keep my mother’s legacy going. I’ll probably have to hire a writer or something, but I can do it.”
“You can make it into music.”
“Yes,” I say. “Exactly. And I’ll be coming down here a lot. Until my mom’s estate is sorted, until everything is back to normal in Florida.”
She laughs. “Good luck with that.”
I don’t want to tell her that part of the reason I decided that it would be best to move was to protect her and the rest of the girls from the demons who are after me. It’s good that I’m not possessed anymore, but I’m my mother’s daughter. I’m going to have a target on my back no matter what and no matter where I go.
The exorcists–they can defend themselves. This is their bread and butter. But the girls, we’re a fucking punk band. The most badass thing we do is ketamine. They shouldn’t have to defend themselves from demons or have them try to assault them during shows. They shouldn’t have to be around priests and psychiatrists and demon hunters and ex-demons for protection.
I chose that for me. I don’t have to choose it for the women I’ve come to think of as my family.
“You’ll come down for the big tours, right?”
“Of course,” I say. “If you’re going national or anything, don’t you dare have someone stand-in for me.”
“So what are you going to do when you get there?” she asks.
“I’m going to find a therapist,” I say. “One who is like…open to the idea of the supernatural.”
“And you don’t want to sleep with?”
“My schedule is already so full,” I reply, laughing. “I can’t add another person to the rota.”
“And then?”
“I’ll find an apartment,” I say. “One for myself. I don’t think I could live with all of them at once, but…they all know about each other. They know I like to have sex with all of them…I don’t think they have a problem with it.”
“Do they have sex with each other?”
“Hm, they haven’t yet,” I tell her. “But I don’t think they’d be against that idea.”
“Do you want to watch them fuck?” she asks.
