Chapter 33Violet was on the plane back to Buffalo when she saw the headline: Dis-Chord Breaks Up.
Violet spit out the water she was swallowing. The headline was on a magazine a woman was reading several rows ahead of her. She nearly catapulted out of her airplane seat to read the full article—or to bully the woman into giving her the summary. But the seatbelt clenched against her abdomen like a parental strong-arm and she was forced to stay put. Violet writhed around in her seat, desperate for information, and the mobility to move and check for herself. When she realized that they were hitting a rough patch of turbulence, and they’d be in their seats for a while, she paid the fee for Wi-Fi and let Google tell her all she needed.
Not three days after their big loss at the Oscars, the rock
