Here Comes Papa Fish

Grandpa demands that I go straight to his house. As he's head of the family, I can't say no to him. His house isn't far from the train station. You can see the castle ruins from his bedroom window.

The outside of his house is beautiful, always covered in tulips. He's kept every ornament grandma has ever owned outside in his garden, even though he hated them. So he hides them under the flower beds. He says the Norwegian trolls keeps the thieves away.

Todd follows me into the house. He gags. "God, what is that smell?"

"Fishy isn't it?" I tell him. "Grandpa keeps a token of every woman he's slept with." His banister was covered in female underwear. He never gets rid of them either. Years of bacteria lurks on that staircase.

"That's gross."

"I guess that's why they call him Papa Fish in the clubs."