Just a short connective chapter Queenies and in a jiff we will be back to all the good stuff. I know Rock Hudson wasn't walking around in the mid '80's. Forgive me for utilizing literary licence.
Fair warning, some parts of this chapter deal with very dark and unsettling health issues.
"Here Freddie, have one of mine. They're Silk Cuts, your favorite."
I whipped around on my bar stool and there stood Paul Prenter with the biggest grin offering me a cigarette. Well, this rat certainly took the cheese.
"Paul, darling, thank you, I was dying for one of my own" Freddie said. Paul lit his cigarette and Freddie took a long satisfying drag and sighed.
"Freddie who is the hulk sitting next to you?" Paul asked
Laughing at Paul's quip, "This is Banner, my New York Phoebe. You know I always require someone at my side."
"Banner, this is an old friend of mine, Paul Prenter."
Banner nodded to Paul at the introduction and sat a little straighter on his seat.
"He doesn't say much Freddie, does he?" Paul said.
"He doesn't need to, I do most of the talking.
"Uh... about what happened Freddie, I never would have shot you. I just wanted to frighten you. You know I care for you so much, but when the band walked in and tried to wrestle the gun from me, well, in the skirmish, it accidentally went off. I. I... didn't kill her, did I?" Paul asked.
"No darling, at least I don't think so. We're not together anymore. I really have you to thank for that, though not at the time. I truly thought that I was in love with Cynthia, and was willing to give up my uh... my proclivities, lifestyle so to speak for her. Her response to what had happened completely opened my eyes. She said it was too dangerous to be with me and my past was much to hard to digest. The bitch dropped me, dropped me, like a hot potato. I can't wait to get back to London. I miss my home and of course, my cats. But while I'm here, I have my New York daughters and some wonderful antique shops. I really need some Lalique vases" Freddie said.
"You now Fred, I would be happy to go back home with you. I just have some things to do and then I can be off."
"Unfortunately darling, I'm stuck here a bit longer. The police need statements and whatnot from me. I asked them if Miami could do it for me, but they said absolutely not, so here I stay."
"I guess they're gonna ask about me. You going to give me up Freddie?" Paul asked quietly, so that Marvin wouldn't hear, but f course he did.
"What, because your gun went off accidentally? Nah, but darling really, what are doing with a firearm? Can you even shoot it?" Freddie said. Paul just smiled and shrugged his shoulders causing Freddie to wonder just how dangerous Paul really is.
"That doesn't preclude you from clubbing in the evening, Freddie"
"No it certainly doesn't, let's make it happen Paul"
"Two more vodka sodas" Freddie asked of the bartender.
"Sit Paul and drink up"
"Doesn't your friend drink or say anything Freddie?"
"No, his job is to keep me company, you know, chauffeur and assistant, a Phoebe."
"You know,after this, we should visit The Anvil. It's a great club, ask you new friend Glenn" said Paul.
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A Piece of My Heart
Historical FictionWhile Cynthia Lewis is hired by Princess Di to orchestrate a charitable function, Freddie Mercury has agreed to perform. Neither one of them believed that they were to meet their match. Both wealthy, successful and highly sexual, their encounter lea...
