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morning.â She inhaled a calming breath and blinked away tears. âIâve lost so much more than the driving force of our band.â Her voice swelled with emotion. âIâve lost my best friend.â
Otis draped his arm around her shoulders as she pressed a tissue to her eyes.
âSo whatâs going to happen now?â called out another guest from the audience. âWeâve already missed our time slots at the Hofbr ä uhaus. Should we cancel the rest of our scheduled appearances?â
âThatâs a decision the remaining band members will have to make,â said Wally. âWe can continue with the present schedule, or if you think that might be too difficult emotionally, we can simply tour the rest of Germany and dispense with the musical element.â
âItâs going to be pretty hard for the Guten Tags to continue,â admitted Wendell. âWithout the accordion, we wonât get the rich, full-bodied sound weâre accustomed to. Itâll throw everything off.â
âWeâll get booed off the stage,â sobbed Hetty.
Another voice sang out from the audience. âIf the Guten Tags donât play, I think itâs only fair that the rest of us donât play either. Not the Little Bitte Band or Das Bier Band or the Brassed Off Band.â
Gasps. Murmuring.
âIs that really fair?â asked a woman who was sitting two rows back. âWeâve been practicing for so long. Would Astrid have wanted all of us to throw in the towel because of her absence?â
âAstrid was the most unselfish person on the planet,â asserted another man. âShe would have wanted the show to go on no matter what.â
âI disagree,â said the woman with the nasally voice. âWeâll be disrespecting her memory if we march up on stage and act as if nothing happened back there on that street.â
Harrumphing. Snorting.
Wally glanced at the audience and shrugged. âThis isnât up to me, but Iâm the one whoâll have to make the phone calls if you decide to cancel, so I encourage you to arrive at some kind of consensus.â
A hefty man in a red waistcoat stood up. âI say we cancel.â
Head bobbing. Tepid clapping.
Another guy in a green vest and suspenders rose to his feet. âI say we continue.â
Osmond shot out of his chair, arms raised in a V as he waved his forefingers to indicate the tally. âOne yea, one nay. Do I hear two? Weâre at one, going for two. Whoâll make it twââ
Alice grabbed his belt and yanked him back down to his seat.
Oh, God.
Mom bent her head toward me, confiding under her breath, âSomeone should tell Osmond to tone down this election silliness. He needs to understand that you and Etienne donât have time to humor every guest stricken with an obsessive-compulsive disorder.â She patted my hand with motherly affection. âBy the way, thereâs a slew of guidebooks and magazines in our rooms, so if youâd like yours alphabetized, Iâll be happy to oblige. Itâll take me less than twenty seconds, and I guarantee the sense of order will leave you feeling even more tingly than a spa treatment.â Her face glowed at the prospect.
My mom. Under the mistaken impression that the pot calling the kettle black actually referred to cookware.
âWe should take a vote to see where the majority of us stand,â suggested the man in the green vest.
Hetty held up a finger. âHold that thought.â She gathered Otis, Gilbert, and Wendell into a tight circle, and after a minuteâs worth of whispers, sighs, and grunts, they turned around to face the audience again.
âWeâve arrived at a compromise,â she announced. âWe knew Astrid better than any of you, so please believe me when I say she wouldnât have wanted you to miss out on the musical experience of a lifetime. Thatâs why we think the
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