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I
didn’t listen to my inner self; I knew when Danny called and insisted we
attend the release party, I should not go.
We had only been back in London for a few days so the invite did come
as quite a shock. I told him to
go without me, I still had jet lag, but he moaned and groaned about not
wanting to go alone and I acquiesced, telling him to fetch me at 8. As
I stood in front of the hotel mirror, checking my appearance, my stomach did
a 180. I was not sure how I was
going to feel seeing Paul after a year.
We had parted with a lot unsaid, mostly on his part, since I refused
to see or speak with him. Finding
a strange female in your bed with your boyfriend was nothing that needed
discussing. I had known when he was on tour ‘things’ happened, and as
much as it pained me, I tried to rationalize the temptations. But to arrive home, tired from work, arms full of groceries,
to find the man you adore with someone else, is an agony I would never
inflict on anyone. I didn’t
even collect my belongings. I
left that night and went home to the States, and we had never spoken since
then. Danny
had been a good friend. I
always knew he wanted more, and when I was feeling undesirable and unable to
hold a man, he swooped in, and we had been together ever since.
I knew I wasn’t in love with him.
I loved him, but never wanted to hurt the way I did loving Paul.
The price was too dear. My
black leather mini and long sleeve silky shirt looked perfect, my dark hair
hanging to almost to my waist. I
wore knee length boots, and thought I could certainly blend in with the
London chic. Danny’s
key in the door told me to grab a wrap, and as I greeted him, he let out a
loud whistle. “Wow, girl, you
look incredible. Hope that is
for me,” I looked at him sharply and breezed out the door; I had enough on
my plate, I did not need his paranoia piled on. It
was a short drive to the dinner for the release of Sgt. Pepper, the
new Beatle album being touted as the most inventive music in the last 20
years. As we entered the home
where the party was being held, several people greeted me warmly, asking
where I had been. Danny, his
arm tightly about my shoulders, walked us about, talking with folks, making
contacts, glad to be back in the London action. Danny
and I both worked for EMI, and when he was transferred to the States I had
been a bit relieved, knowing how he felt about me.
Then when Paul and I fell apart, I called him and he had me moved to
be a part of his team in New York. At
the time I just needed to go and did not realize I was probably jumping from
the frying pan into the fire. Danny
was extremely possessive, and for the past few months I was just too tired
and lonely to protest. He
was speaking with a former colleague and I desperately needed a drink and
approached the buffet table. I
had just popped a shrimp in my mouth when someone swooped and planted a kiss
on my cheek. I jumped and
turned to see John, grinning through round, gold glasses. “I’ll
be damned, it is fuckin’ fantastic to see you!” He pulled me into a bear
hug and I have to admit it felt wonderful.
John, being Paul’s closest friend and music partner, had always
been good to me. We had a special bond, and he had been one of the people I
missed the most. I
buried my face in his neck a second longer then necessary. “Good to see you too,” I smiled into his handsome face. “Shea
you look incredible, scrumptious, good enough to eat.
Maybe later?” John
was always being suggestive; that was John and I laughed, “You never know.
So I hear this album is going to blow the music world out of its
water.” And we chatted on for another few minutes. George
and Rings were across the room, looking for John and when they spied him
with me, both bolted over and I got similar greetings.
It did feel good, but I knew the hardest event was still to come. Danny,
watching my interaction, was suddenly by my side, but the guys just ignored
him and kept him from standing next to me.
I got quite a giggle, knowing they did not care for him at all.
John,
his arm draped around me feeding me another shrimp, glanced up and I saw an
unclear expression cross his face. I
followed his gaze and my heart clinched in my chest.
Paul was across the room, a blonde woman hanging on his arm, taking
in his mates and his ex clowning about.
He did not look amused, but wiping on his PR face started toward us.
I tried to move but John would not let me even as I glared at him. He
pleaded ignorance and I knew he was going to make me face him, right here,
right now. Paul in black
slacks, white shirt and stripped jacket looked incredible and as we stared
at one another, there was a deep sadness in his amazing eyes.
Danny, really getting pissed off, tried to get around John who looked
pointedly at him and told him to “Fuck off!” Danny flinched and moved
away. “Hey,
mates,” Paul said cheerily, “Some shindig huh?” George
and Rings nodded. John, expressionless, said, “Paul, friend, let me
introduce you to Shea...” “John,”
Paul said testily, “you need to stay out of this.” “Fucking
right, but you need to deal with it.” John looked at the blonde hanging on
Paul’s arm, clueless. “Come
here luv, let me show you the talented part of Lennon/McCartney.” And he
led her away. It
was if the room was suddenly silent, no one around, only Paul and me.
Shit, I will not cry; I have been steeling myself for this moment
for 12 months; emotions don’t fail me now.
Paul reached out his hand but I stepped back and it balled into a
fist. “Shea, you look
wonderful. When did you get
back?” His
voice always made the hairs on the back of my neck tingle.
No, not any more, stupid.
“Monday. Danny and I
will be working out of the local office here for the next few months.”
I was silent, looking around, waving at several people who greeted
me. Paul
was not amused. “We need to
talk,” he finally said and I rested my gaze on him, coolly. “Why?
What do we have to talk about?” “Shea,
come on, you never gave me a chance.....” “A
chance to explain why that little bimbo from Apple was in your bed?
Gee, did she twist an ankle or something?
I am so sorry if I jumped to the wrong conclusion,” I hissed,
watching him reel at my bluntness. “Your
belongings....” he started. “Give
them to charity, there is nothing I want.
Nothing.” I had to keep him from seeing how much pain he was
causing me. Looking into his
face, his eyes, I wanted to toss myself into his arms and never leave. Damn it to hell, why did he still have that affect on me?
I
put down the plate I was holding and started away but he grabbed my arm and
propelled me toward a terrace, and suddenly we were outside in the cool
night air. I was furious and
whirled on him, but he wrapped me tightly against him, crushing his mouth on
mine. I fought, momentarily,
then his mouth, his tongue, and his smell made my body betray all the
feelings I thought I had in place. I
moaned as my arms started around him…then, finally, my senses returned and
I shoved him back. “Don’t
you EVER do that again!” I narrowed my eyes.
“You have no rights.” Paul
was flushed and I noticed his trousers were a little tighter in the crotch
area. Good, at least I still
got to him. “Shea, I love
you.” “Don’t,
for God’s sake, do not say those words to me. You have no idea what love is.
You think love is doing laundry, making dinner and screwing.
And that means you screwing anything that will allow you, me home
doing the cooking and laundry. Sorry
mate, this fool finally wised up. It
would suit you to grow up and take a good look at yourself.
You may not be very happy at what you see, and it is damn sure Mother
Mary would not be!” I knew that would hurt, and bingo it was right on the
mark. “Now, excuse me, please.” He
stood back and let me pass. I
went inside and promptly to the ladies room, where I locked myself in a
stall and cried. I didn’t
give a damn who heard me, as long as it was not Paul. Once
I got myself together, I wrote Danny a note and gave it to a waiter, and
asked him to give it to him after I was gone.
I was out front trying to hail a taxi when John found me. “Come
‘head luv, I’ve got a car over here.
I’ll get ya home.” Arm in arm we walked to his Rolls, good old
Les behind the wheel. He leaped
out and hugged me, then did his chauffeur duties and we were off.
John
lit a ciggie after rolling down the window a crack, remembering how I hated
the smoke. He handed me a
handkerchief, and that was when I broke down again.
Huddling against John, the familiarity of the situation, was
comforting in a strange sort of way. I’m
not sure how long I cried, but finally I leaned back and said I had better
wash the hanky and get it back to him.
John
laughed. “Only you would worry about that, luv. Damn, I have missed you girl.
Are you back for good?” I
shook my head. “I thought maybe but after tonight, John, I can’t see
him. I just can’t,” and the
tears came again. John
groaned, pulling me back in his arms. “Girl,
where in the hell is all the fluid coming from?”
Poor John never knew how to deal with emotional women.
“If you love the bastard, then forgive his ass and go home.
He has been almost unbearable since you left.” I
gave John a scathing look. “It is a little more complicated then that.” He
laughed, drawing deeply on his ciggie; “Naw, you women make it more
complicated. We men are
bastards; philandering bastards, and you ladies want more from us then we
can give. We cannot be faithful
with girls dropping their knickers every time we turn around. It just
can’t be done. Why can’t
love and security be enough?” Dear
John, that summed him up in a heartbeat. He had a heart of gold but would not be denied anything, it
was his right to fornicate and plunder and no one was going to take that
away. At
least he was honest, something Paul knew nothing about.
He wrapped all the love and happiness bullshit in one adoring package
as long as you looked past his one little flaw, fidelity.
If she were young and willing and, of course, pretty, he would be
very obliging. I
closed my eyes thinking of the times we lay in bed and planned our future.
Bastard! How could be hold me, tell me his innermost thoughts, but
not keep his dick in his pants? We
arrived at the hotel. John
offered to come up with me, and once we were inside I fixed him a drink.
We danced around the topic of Paul and discussed the album and others
goings on at Apple. I was curled up on the sofa, sipping a glass of wine, when
John leaned over and kissed me full on the lips. “John,
knock it off. I am not in the
mood.” I snapped, used to his usual crap. “Cyn
and I are separated,” he confessed, and that made me sit up. “And
you think…you…and me? No way.” “Shea,
no, I just felt badly about what you went through tonight.
I know I am a shit but not that bad of a shit.
But we could go out sometime. As
friends, and I think that would make Macca insane.” The gleam in his eyes
made me laugh. “You
are speaking about your best friend, shame on you.” John
squeezed my hand, “No, shame on him for treating you the way he did,
especially with that slag.” John
always one to speak his mind. “But
John, didn’t you just tell me I shouldn’t expect fidelity from a man,
any man?” “Yeah,
typical Lennon bullshit. I talk
a good talk, but truth be told I think the right woman could keep a man
faithful.” “Yep,
so guess I am not the right woman for him.” I spat. John
grabbed my chin, making me look into his face, “Missy, try putting
yourself in our shoes, or trousers, so to speak.
Think of all sorts of attractive men coming at you night and day
offering anything you want, anywhere, anytime.
Just how strong could you be? What
about the birds, shouldn’t they be held accountable?” “Of
course they should, sluts are sluts, but you wise, talented men should know
better when you have a woman who loves you and would die for you.
A piece of ass should not be able to replace it.” John
knew we would never see eye to eye and backed off. As he was refreshing his drink, the door opened and Danny
came in, glaring at the two of us. He
was getting on my last nerve. “So
what the hell is your problem?” I asked, not wanting another altercation. Danny
tossed his keys on the table, “What the hell is he doing here?” he
demanded. John just stirred his
drink, an amused smile on his face. “I
asked him here. Last time I
checked, I pay half this room bill so we will stay on my half of the
room!” “I
think he should leave. We need
to talk about you and Paul,” he started. “Excuse
me, there is no ‘me and Paul,’ and John is not deaf. If you have an issue with him, I suggest you speak to him,
not me, or did you leave your balls at the party?” Yeah, I can be as
subtle as John, think that was why we always got along so well. Danny
bristled as John let out a howl of laughter, “Shea I think you owe me an
apology, right now.” Okay,
that was my last nerve. I
turned to John. “Are you still at home or staying at the flat?” “The
flat,” he grinned, catching my drift.
“Want me to get your luggage luv?” I
walked over to my room and opened the door, “Let me pack a few things, and
then that would be lovely. Danny,
you can get the address from the office.
I will see you in the morning.”
I stopped. “That is,
if I still have a job?” Danny
was frantic, “Shea, please, I am sorry, just sit down and let’s talk.
I just get crazy with jealousy, seeing you with Paul, coming home and
finding John here....” I
raised a hand up, “Save it. I
have had enough. I was stupid
to leave one asshole and cling on to another one.
I need to be with just me. Try
and understand that. I am
exhausted.” “But
you won’t be with just you, you are moving in with John!” he wailed. Looking
at the ceiling, I had to stop my fists from smacking him in the mouth.
“I am taking a room at a flat with plenty of them.
I am not with John. John
is my friend. I know it is difficult for you men to understand, but a woman
can have a male friend without fucking!” Danny
reeled at my language, and ran over trying to grab my arms, trying to get me
to go in my bedroom and talk with him.
I looked over his shoulder to John for help and he was more then
happy to oblige, lifting Danny up and slamming him against the wall. “Danny,
mate, think the lady wants to go. It
would be wise to stand aside.” John wanted him to move, he was baiting him
to move, but Danny, rubbing his sore shoulders, barely breathed. I
hadn’t unpacked much, so I tossed in a few things and John picked up my
two bags. As I slipped my shawl
around my shoulders, I stopped in front of Danny and laid a kiss on his
cheek. “Thank you for being
there when I needed someone. It
was unfair to you to think I could give more then I am able.
For that I am sorry. You
deserve someone who loves you totally, Danny, and that will never be me.” I
trailed John down the three flights and as we exited the hotel, Les pulled
right up and we hopped inside the car.
I lay back against the fine leather, a mixed bag of feelings rolling
over me. Shit, would I have
a job in the morning? Had I
walked out on Danny for good? Yeah,
I could not go back, he had been a means to an end. I
turned and stared at John, who had an awfully smug look on his kisser.
“What is that face for? Jesus,
I may be unemployed!” John
tweaked my nose, “If he is that stupid, then you will work for us.
Just wait and see.” “Oh,
perfect, leave Danny and work for Apple and see Paul daily.
Gee, shall I just find the nearest bridge and take a dive?
It would be easier and quicker then that painful death!”
I slapped my head several times against the seat, trying to knock
some sort of sense into it. “God,
you women are dramatic! Does
everything have to be explained immediately?
Why can’t you have a wait and see attitude?” “Never
will happen!” came Les’s voice from the front.
John and I looked at each other and burst out laughing.
Guess the battle of the sexes was alive and well! That
night I was ensconced in the ‘secret’ flat, at the far end, away from
John. I had stayed there once
before, only for a few days, when Paul wore me down and I moved in to
Cavendish. I loved that house.
We worked so hard to make it a home.
The bastard, the damn selfish bastard, defacing it the way he did. I
took a shower and slipped on a colorful caftan then went to the well-stocked
kitchen for food. I was
starving; I’d only had the two or three shrimp from the buffet table.
I put on the kettle, having missed English tea a great deal, then
toasted some muffins and went for the strawberry jam I knew would be in the
cupboard. John
apparently smelled the toasting and came wandering out in his T-shirt and
briefs. “Wonderful,” I
groaned as he grinned. “Hey,
it’s me house too and this is how I like to walk around.
Sue me.” He sat at the
table and grabbed my muffin; I glared and put in two more.
He swallowed and looked at me, “Feel free to walk about in your bra
and panties, I won’t mind at all.” “Cute,
like that will happen, you pervert!”
I slathered jam on and took a bite.
“Cuppa?” I asked, already knowing the answer. I fixed it like I knew he wanted it and laughed inside that I
remembered. We
ate and drank in silence until John reached over, rubbing my hand with his.
“Brilliant having you here, gurl.
I missed your face a lot. Needed
a good friend to burden.” I
smiled. “You have three that I know of besides Neil and Mal.” He
shook his head. “Naw, they think I am daft leaving Cyn.
Maybe they are right, but I haven’t been happy a long time.
And I was making her miserable.
No atmosphere for a kid to grow up in.” He seemed wistful and I was
not sure what I could say to that. We
stayed up talking and watching the telly and I was not sure when I fell
asleep, but woke up under the covers in my bed.
I knew John was never up before noon, so I dressed and headed over to
EMI to see if I was still gainfully employed.
I went directly to my office, checked some messages and was stunned
to have three from Paul begging me to meet him at a pub we use to visit
quite often on our walks around St. John’s Wood.
I
tossed all three messages in the wastebasket and was thumbing through a
contract I had ordered, when Danny walked in dressed to the nines.
I waited and when he smiled I relaxed a bit. “So
what are you all spiffed up for?” I asked pulling off my reading glasses. “Got
a meeting with a couple execs.” He
stopped and leaned against my desk, “Sorry about last night, I was acting
like an asshole, think a combo of two Beatles, lots of drink and jet lag.
Am I forgiven?” He
did look sorry and I nodded. “Sure, but I am staying put,” I warned.
“Are we okay here? I don’t
want to leave, but if you can’t work with me I understand.” “Hell
no, Shea, I need you here, I would be lost without you.
I want you at home too but we will work on that.
For now I will take what I can get.” I
had nothing to add to it; I knew I would not go back to him.
It had become painfully clear last night I did not love him, maybe
heavy like at best. My poor
heart was still entangled with Beatle Paul and I had to work quickly to find
an antidote. *** I
was amazed how quickly the day went, and as I walked out front looking to
hail a cub or possibly hit the underground, Les pulled up, smiling.
I leaned on the window. “And how did you know when I would be
leaving?” “John
sent me a while ago. I’ve
just been reading. Hop in,
Missy, think the boss has ordered dinner.”
I slid into the front seat next to Les, making him laugh out loud,
and we talked all the way home. Opening
the door to the flat, the heavenly smell of curry hit my nose and I
squealed, yelling for John. He
was in the kitchen with an apron on, making me stop short as he turned and
gave me the ‘don’t you laugh or else’ look, and I covered my mouth.
“You ordered from Khan’s!” I accused as he grinned. “I
can’t believe you remembered.” John
had set the table with one rose and a candle and motioned for me to sit
down. “I know a lot about
you, Missy. Now eat, before it
gets cold.” We
dived in and John rolled his eyes as I moaned and groaned at how good it
was. “Girl, I don’t get
this much moaning in the bedroom.” He
shook his head and I could not help but add, “Then you had better starting
serving curry,” as I dodged a slice of bread coming directly at my head.
Finally after I filled my plate for the second go around, I swabbed
some sauce and looked over at John, “So how did I get into bed last
night?” I asked, one brow up. He
wagged his. “I took ya, and no worries, your virtue is intact.” “Good
thing, I would hate to think I could sleep through something like that.” We
were finishing up when the front door opened, and without warning, Paul was
standing in the kitchen door looking at us like we were from another planet.
At this point, I wished I were on any other planet but here.
“This
sure looks cozy,” he said sharply as I got up, taking our plates and
dipping them in soapy water. John
blew out the candle and carried over some other dishes.
“Any left?” Paul asked, walking around looking at the cartons. John
glanced over at him. “Not much, but help yourself. I’ve had my fill. You,
luv?” He elbowed me, watching Paul bristle. “Yes,
thank you. John, it was
wonderful and so thoughtful,” I kissed him on the cheek and finished
rinsing a plate. The
phone rang and John went off to answer it.
The silence was deafening. Paul
picked at one of the cartons before looking at me. “I rang and asked you to meet me.” I
didn’t turn. “Yes, I believe I got a message or two. Sorry, I was busy all day, and John was making dinner.” “You
could have called me back. I
waited all day.” He
sounded hurt, and God help me, I was happy.
“I thought I told you last night. We have nothing to say to one
another.” I wiped my hands on
the dishtowel and turned to lean against the sink.
It was torture to look at him; he was in jeans with a T-shirt, his
dark hair hanging way over the collar.
I had the hardest time ignoring his mouth. God, did I want to kiss
him. “I
disagree, we have a lot to talk about.
Please Shea, it is important. If...”
I
raised up a hand. “Do not say ‘if you ever loved me’ because I will
not be responsible.” Paul
sighed, finishing the chicken curry and tossing the container in the trash.
He didn’t move, just looked at me, making me squirm, and that was
making me angry. “Okay, okay,
I will listen, and then you will go.” I
walked out of the kitchen; John was sitting watching the telly and gave me
the royal wave, so I headed to my room, Paul on my heels. He shut the door and proceeded toward the bed. “Excuse
me, there is a chair, and you will sit in it.”
I sat on the bed, Indian style, arms folded. Paul stopped turned and collapsed in the chair across the
room from me. At least I had a
bit of control. Silence.
I waited. “I thought
you wanted to talk.” He
shifted a bit, “I don’t want to shout across the room,” he grumbled. “You
talk from there or don’t let the door hit you on your way out.
Paul, I am losing my patience. If
you think being here with you is easy, think again.” He
leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped together.
“Shea, I know what happened is inexcusable.
I am not even sure why it happened, except that I am weak, but being
without you has put everything in perspective.
I love you; I need you in my life.
Please can’t we try again. I
give you my word...........” “Ah,
wait please, I have been away from London for one full year, living in New
York, and not once, not once, did you come there to try and see me.
You do not speak to me for one full year, and you need me in your
life? I think you are just
going through a dry spell.” My eyes blazed with anger. Paul
looked totally confused, “Shea, I called you ten times a day, I showed up
twice in the city and was told you were gone.
Didn’t Danny ever tell you how often I talked to him about us?”
Danny? That son of a
bitch, he swore to me he never heard from or saw Paul, ever. “So
what?” I exploded. “Paul, you brought someone into our home.
We made that our home, we had long term plans, and you brought
someone in there who didn’t give a shit about anything but bagging a
Beatle, and gee, you accommodated her, how thoughtful!”
I got up, pacing around, trying like hell to keep the tears from
flowing, “I loved you, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, I
wanted to have children with you. I knew what you did on the road.
I am not a moron. But I
prayed that once we settled down and you stopped touring, you would gain
some sense. That is how stupid
I was. I don’t want to live
with someone I don’t trust. I
want to know when you go somewhere I don’t have to worry whom you are
bedding down. I had no desire
for anyone else but you, no one. How
could you be with me, and then screw someone else?
Make me understand.” I was almost hysterical, all the memories
washing over me making me crazy again.
Damn it, I promised myself that this was all out of my system. I
saw him get up, approaching me, and I backed away, but he was like a cat and
pounced, pinning me to the comforter. Having
him this close was making other senses reel.
I closed my eyes, not able to look at him, and whimpered, “Please
stop, you are killing me.” He
released my arms and sat aside, and as I turned my head in his direction, I
saw the tears on his cheeks. He
buried his face in his hands and sobbed, shocking me to my very core.
My hand reached out and I stroked his leg, “This will not help,
believe me I know. Paul,
please, this is a no-win situation.” He
wiped his face on the back of his arm, his eyes blurry but blazing, “I
know you still love me, I can feel it.
You would not be this upset if I meant nothing to you.
Shea, tell me you don’t love me, tell me right now and I will walk
out and we will never speak again.” He
did not take his eyes from mine. I
had known him three years now, and never once did I lie to him.
I hated liars, but sitting here, in the amount of pain I could barely
fathom, I did lie. I sat up and said coolly, “I do not love you anymore.
I purged you from my system. Danny
and I are together, and I am very happy.” He
jumped back almost as if he was physically hit. “Then why are you staying here?” he demanded.
Shit, think fast. “I
hated the hotel, it was way too noisy, and Danny has some traveling to do,
so John suggested staying here. Filled
my needs for the time being.” Whew,
not bad. Paul
processed it all and slowly stood up, the pain in his face only a portion of
what I had suffered through the past year.
“Well, I guess that’s it. I
will keep my word.” Tears were pooling again and he blinked rapidly,
“Have a good life, Shea, you deserve it.” And he was gone. I
heard the front door slam. I
sat on the bed feeling nothing for the longest time, then his face flashed
before me; the tears he shed, and I broke down, burying my face in a pillow
to keep John from hearing. I
should have known he would be hovering, though, and not long after the door
shut, John was in my room, looking hopeful.
One look at my shell-shocked face, and he knew it was anything but
hopeful. He sagged beside me,
rubbing my back, telling me it was okay.
It damn well was not, and never would be.
I had finally cut the cord, something I thought I wanted and now was
not so sure. He
asked what happened and I told him, almost word for word.
John was quiet, “Shea, I have never known you to lie.
What possessed you? You
two are amazing together, that may have gotten you back with one another.”
But
I kept shaking my head. “I can’t, I don’t know if I could ever trust
him. If I told him I was still
in love with him, he would never leave me alone.
John, why does this hurt so badly?
Why did the son of a bitch have to come here?” I buried myself
against him until I was so spent I could barely utter a sound. John
always had a hard time with emotions, but like a good soldier he stayed with
me, trying to say all the right things.
He must have remained until I fell asleep and I woke up again, under
the covers, alone. The
next few weeks I dove into work, putting in 12- to 14-hour days so that when
I arrived home, I ate a little and then fell into bed. I confronted Danny, who feigned innocence and then finally
admitted he had told everyone at the company to run interference to protect
me. I knew he had other
motives, and he knew I knew, and we left it at that. Okay,
Paul tried to reach me, but if he really wanted to he could have.
It was an easy way to let things die down; then he could swoop in and
reclaim his territory. Not this gal. John
was a good friend, and we went out to eat, hit a few films and stayed at
home watching the telly and talking. He
apparently was seeing someone, which he did not elaborate on, and I didn’t
ask. He was not my
responsibility, so I figured it was none of my business. About
a month after my altercation with Paul, John and I went to a club to listen
to a band and as we sat sipping drinks, I glanced around to see him coming
down the stairs, the blonde from the release party following.
I felt as if someone punched me in the gut, but looked back at the
stage, pushing everything down deep. John
leaned over and whispered something about some bird with big knockers
dancing near the front and I giggled; out of the corner of my eye, I could
see Paul notice us. I cozied up
to John, and made some inane remark that had him looking at me like I was
mad. He leaned back in
his chair, stretching out his legs and looking about, finally seeing Paul. His eyes rolled back to me and I tried to look innocent. John
allowed a small smile to curve his lips as he slipped his arm behind my
chair, moving closer. Okay, now
he was getting into the torture. I
should have felt guilty for pitting mate against mate, but it was war and I
was taking no prisoners. We
stayed a bit longer, then John signed the check and we headed toward the
exit. Paul jumped up, blocking
our path. “Hey,” he said,
looking at John, “good band, aye?” John
nodded, “Not bad, had enough now. We
are going home. Ready, Shea?” I
was watching Paul, who was trying very hard to look through me.
Suddenly, the blonde was right there. “Paul, I’m lonely.” She
smiled at John, “Hi, John do you remember me?” John
squinted, then shrugged, “Nope. Should
I?” She
pouted, slipping her arm through Paul’s, then set her green eyes on me,
“Who is she, Paul?” Paul
blinked and was forced to make eye contact with me. “This is Shea.
Shea, this is...” I could tell his mind went blank.
I knew why, seeing me, but the look on the girl’s face more then
made up for it as she stalked away, Paul fleeing after her.
John and I started laughing and hurried away to avoid any further
interaction. *** The
guys had a trip planned for some mystical retreat in India, something George
was deep into, and they had been gone only a few days when I got the phone
call. Brian, their manager, had
been a little despondent lately, and when no one could rouse him, Alistair
had been summoned only to find him in bed, dead.
Everyone was panicking, worrying the news would leak before the
Beatles could be told. Danny
burst in with the news, and I dropped on my chair, thinking of Brian, so
strong but so insecure and unhappy. I
hoped he was at peace. “Shea,
do you have a number to reach any of them?” Danny demanded, bringing me
out of my private thoughts. I
racked my brain, “Yeah, John did leave me one.
Now, what did I do with it?” I
plowed through my bag and retrieved the crumpled piece of paper. Danny
did not take it, but continued to look at me, “Would you call?
I’m not just not good at delivering bad news.”
Coward, I thought, but nodded yes and went to the phone. It
took forever to make someone understand I needed to talk to one of the
Beatles, and finally there was rustling on the end of the line and, of
course, I heard Paul’s voice. “Paul?”
I barely got the one damn word out. Silence,
then, “Shea what’s up? What’s
wrong?” His voice sounded
sharp, and as gently as I could I told him what we knew.
More silence, then a loud sigh.
“Fuck, I can’t believe it. You’re
sure?” No,
I called for a joke, I
thought bitterly, but I knew he was just in a state of shock.
“Of course. I am so
sorry. I know how much he meant
to you all. When will you
return?” He
said he would talk with the others and ring me back and hung up the phone.
I sat there holding the receiver for several moments before I
remembered Danny was standing there watching me.
“They will call with arrival instructions,” I said softly and
excused myself to the ladies’, where I tried desperately to pull myself
together. The
funeral was awful; Brian’s mum and brother inconsolable, the guys pale and
in a state of shock. As much as
I ached for Brian, the practical side of me knew this was a monumental
turning point. He had been
their anchor, he was their voice of reasoning and that voice had been
silenced. This was a foursome
of huge egos, especially John and Paul, and Brian had been the one to keep
them in check. In my heart of
hearts I knew there was going to be a power struggle internally and was not
sure if the unit could stand such an assault. Back
at the house, there were lots of tributes, and as I carried dishes to
Queenie’s kitchen, I turned to find Paul standing behind me, his eyes
strangely empty. It was odd to
feel so tender toward him with all the anger I had mustered the past year.
I reached up to tug at his new mustache, which I quite liked, and did
not pull away as his arms drew around me.
He buried his face in my shoulder and we just stood there gaining
comfort from one another. Finally
he pulled back and mumbled, “Sorry, I did promise.” But I shook my head leading his head back down, rubbing his
back. I’m not sure how long
we stood there, our hearts beating steadily against each other, when John
walked in, looking equally as strained.
If he was surprised, he hid it well; just fixed another drink and
took a huge guzzle. Paul
looked at his mate, grabbed the glass and gulped, smiled at me and left.
I sagged back against the sink, his feel and smell permeating my
entire being. Dear God,
would I ever not love him? John
looked at me over the rim of the glass.
“Gurl, you need to get over all this shit and move on.
There are few times in life you get to feel something like you do.
Don’t fuck it up because of pride.” I
processed his words; was it just pride?
No, Paul had betrayed me in the worst possible way.
Could I forgive that betrayal? I
knew I couldn’t completely forget. The
next few days were a blur of work, explanations and scrambling to change
meetings, dictate press releases, a whole magnitude of items Danny seem to
delegate. It was past five and
I was exhausted, and I decided to walk home.
The flat was not very far and I just needed the time alone. I
turned down a side street and realized how close to number 7 I was and my
soul cried out at how much I wanted it to be home again. I kept walking by the street and soon found myself near the
neighborhood pub Paul and I had frequented.
On a whim, I went inside and sat at a table near the back.
Looking around brought back so many memories of walking with the dog,
coming in for a drink or dinner, hours of talking and laughing.
Instead of making me sad, it brought a bit of comfort thinking back
to such a happy time in my life. Not
many people get a chance to feel as deeply as I had; hell, as deeply as I
still did. I
closed my eyes and leaned back listening to the juke box play a Stones song
and the thought that Mick Jagger was an idiot made me smile a bit.
I heard the chair move and figured my dinner had arrived.
Opening my eyes, I found Paul sitting across from me and I thought, Christ,
I have fallen asleep or died and am reliving the past. Absently,
I reached across and jumped when I felt his arm. “You’re real!” I gasped and he looked at me as if I had
completely lost my mind. “Last
time I checked. What are you
doing here?” He raised his glass and took a sip, then motioned to me and I
nodded. He yelled for a white
wine, then looked back at me to answer his question. I
sighed. “I had to get away from the office and just needed to walk and
think. Found myself here
and...” I stopped, raising my eyes to look directly into his, “and it
seemed to give me some comfort.” Okay,
there was an olive branch. A
spark lit in those eyes, and with a slight hesitation he slid his hand
across the table to rest on mine. He
waited to see if I would pull it away; I didn’t.
“That’s particularly strange, it’s the same reason I’m here.
Just remembering our walks, how much time we spent here, no one
wanting to cook that much.” A smile crept across his face and I could tell
he was thinking about our time together, the same as I. “Yeah,
I was surprised we didn’t have a table with an engraved plaque just for
us.” It was silly talk but somehow I didn’t want our conversation to
end. The barkeep brought my
wine and I took a sip, “Losing Brian has been hard, it kind of puts life
in perspective.” I hesitated not exactly sure where I was going. Paul
nodded, “Yeah, life is too short. I
still can’t believe we will never see him again. I don’t understand why.” “That
is something we will never understand.
I want to believe it was an accident, I just can’t.” I stopped,
not even wanting to entertain the other alternative.
My
meal came, making Paul laugh softly. “Do you ever change what you eat?” I
narrowed my eyes at him, pushing the plate to the middle to share.
He grabbed a hunk of cod and took a bite. “Hey, I love their fish
and chips, so sue me.” We
ate in silence, a comfortable feeling of just being together helping the
pain that surrounded us. Paul
ate more of my dinner then I did, but that was okay, he always did. After a couple more drinks, we both got up.
Paul insisted on putting everything on his tab, and we walked
outside, and for an instant I thought I was in a time warp.
Then he turned toward Cavendish, exactly opposite from where the flat
was, and we both stopped, reality crashing down upon us. Hands
deep in his trouser pockets, Paul looked so sad, and my heart ached.
“Can I walk you?” he asked, so softly I barely heard him. “Sure,
I’d like that.” He
perked up and we got in step, walking the two blocks to the big white
building and my place. I looked
up to the flat windows and noticed lights, so figured John was home. We hadn’t spoken today, but this was not the usual night he
took off to his mysterious lady. I
turned to look at Paul, raised up and kissed him on the cheek, “Thanks,
this was nice,” I started away but he laid a hand on my arm.
“Shea,
could we do it again maybe? Nothing
firm, just meet or something?” He waited to be cut off at the knees and I
scanned his face, God I loved that face. I
found myself nodding. Damn, was
I possessed? “Yeah, we
could.” I opened the front door. “You
know where I live.” I
grinned and bolted up the steps. When
I got to the top landing, I peered around one pillar, and Paul was still
standing there, a wonderful smile on his face; then he turned and headed
back toward his house. I
wondered if I had done the wrong thing, but as I put my key in the front
door I somehow knew it wasn’t. *** Several
days later I came home to a dark flat, so I went straight to my room, took a
shower and changed into sweats. As
I headed towards the kitchen, I heard noise and pushed the swinging door to
see John and Paul sitting at the round table drinking tea, a third mug at a
vacant chair. “When
did you guys get here?” I asked, pouring the hot liquid and reaching for
the milk. John
pulled out the chair for me to sit. “Apparently not too long after you.
Thought about popping in the shower with you but…” He saluted me
with his cup. “Cute,
Lennon. Anyone for toast?” I
asked, putting in two slices for me. Of
course, they both said yes; I just made several pieces, and we sat around
eating and drinking and talking. It
was like old times, just in a different venue. The
phone rang and John ran to get it; I think his lady friend was supposed to
ring. I stirred my tea,
suddenly feeling a bit shy with Paul, who had barely taken his eyes off me. He
filled a slice of toast with strawberry jam and took a bite.
“You’re okay with me here?” he asked, and I nodded. “Did
you come from the studio with John?” He
said he had and told me about some things they had been working on when John
came back. “Sorry mates,
gotta go, duty calls!” he said, his grin devious. “Be good children,
don’t follow my example.” And he was gone, the door slamming shortly. Great,
I thought, here I sit with Paul not knowing what in the hell to do. I
cleaned up, and Paul immediately grabbed a hand towel and dried the dishes.
There was a program on BBC1 I wanted to watch; I mentioned it to Paul
and he followed me into the living room and flopped down as I turned the
telly on. I
was trying like hell to concentrate when Paul got up and came over to me,
“Think I’d better be going,” he said; helooked uneasy. Now,
as difficult as it was to be here with him and not drag him off to my room,
this caught me completely off guard. I
had half expected to have to fight off his advances, and now he was just
leaving. My head was swimming.
I stood up. “Oh, okay,” I said.
He could see my total confusion. Paul
put his hands on either side of my shoulders.
“Shea, I don’t want to go, but I also want to make love with you,
and it is hell to just sit here like two old buddies.” Well,
it was nice to know it was as awful for him but, of course, my mouth always
got the best of me. “So, off
to find a little to tide you over?” I said snidely, and it was if I had
physically hit him as he flinched. His
eyes were hooded and hurt. “No,
Shea, I have not seen anyone since the night at the club.” He looked down
at his shoes, “I don’t want anyone else.”
Now it was my turn to be jolted.
“I know you what you think of me and you have the right.
I fucked up royally and as hard as it is for you to understand,
believe me it is for me too. I didn’t even particularly like the girl, she tossed
herself at me and I thought ‘what the hell?’
Well, don’t ask for what you don’t what.
It has been hell and hasn’t stopped.
I am not sure why I mess up everything that is good in my life; I had
a wonderful life with you, and chucked it for nothing, absolutely
nothing.” Tears
were brimming and I felt my very being beginning to crumble, “I’m a
selfish bastard and I know it. Luv,
I realize what we had, and dammit, I am so sorry about the way I destroyed
it. I will never forgive
myself.” He
turned to head into the hall, but I grabbed his arm and our eyes locked,
“Paul, if you had completely destroyed what we had, it wouldn’t hurt so
badly. I think…” I took a
deep breath, “…I think maybe we should see if there is a chance...” I
just couldn’t seem to get the right words out, but it appeared they were
not necessary. Paul engulfed me
in his arms and we stood there for the longest time. He
finally kissed the top of my head. “Shea, do you think we could go out
tomorrow night? Maybe dinner
and a flick?” I
smiled into his chest and lifted my face up. “A date, huh?
Yeah, I would like that.” *** You
would think this was a real first date, I was so nervous before Paul
arrived. I came home from work
early, despite Danny’s protest, and changed clothes four times.
John was like a dad, giving me advice, commenting on my outfit
causing me to giggle and dodge a tossed pillow. Finally
the doorbell rang; Paul ringing instead of using his house key, and John
said he would get it. Father
John, what a scary thought! “Well,
well, young man, have you come for me daughter?” John said in his best
posh voice. “Sod
off, Lennon; is Shea ready?” I heard Paul and stifled a giggle.
I checked my appearance in the mirror, hair down and fluffed, a
pretty summer dress, just the right amount of make-up, the way I knew he
liked it. Yep, if he was into
the renewed dating thing, I was going to drive him around the bend.
I walked out to my two favorite men and watched Paul’s eyes sparkle
with appreciation. John
draped an arm around my shoulders. “Now
make sure this bloke treats you right and be home before midnight, curfew
luv.” “Yes,
Dad, I will be a good little girl.” I kissed his cheek then focused on
Paul. “Are you ready?” He
glared at John as he opened the front door and we left.
He had the Jag, which I knew he rarely drove, but kept quiet as he
helped me in, and we off, not into London but outside. Paul
fiddled with the radio, then looked over at me. “You look smashing, but
you always do.” “Thank
you. Paul, where are we going?
I just assumed we were heading downtown.” “Naw,
found a great place up north, thought we’d give it a go.
Might mean we won’t hit a flick but...” His voice trailed off. I
just looked outside, watching the scenery whiz by. It was almost 45 minutes before we pulled into a small but
quaint restaurant, and as we came in several people looked in our direction
and then went back to their meal. Good,
I hated it when he was approached all during dinner for autographs. Paul
led me to a back room, which was full of flowers and candles flickering
everywhere. There was a shiny
bucket with a bottle of champagne and a table set for two. I took in everything and then rested my eyes on him. “What
have you done?” I asked. He
just smiled and pulled out the chair for me to sit. The trouble he went to was very sweet, but he wasn’t going
to be forgiven this easily. He
handed me a crystal goblet of bubbly; we clinked glasses and each took a
sip. “Ummm this is good.
So all this is to impress me? Have
you forgotten I have seen you in your underwear, no pretense here,
mister.” “You
have seen me a lot less dressed then that,” he said huskily, making me
blush. “I just wanted our
‘first’ date to be memorable. How
am I doing?” I
smiled, “Not bad so far. But
you have a way to go.” He
ran a finger over my hand. “Oh, I know, but I am willing to do whatever it
takes.” Now
my blood was moving to the boiling point and I gulped a few more sips.
This was going to be harder then I imagined.
Where Paul was concerned I did not have a lot of willpower. Dinner
was amazing, all pre-ordered and for dessert we had an incredible chocolate
soufflé, my favorite, of course. I
fought the urge to lick the plate; my appetite had not been this good in
months. I
set my fork down and looked up to Paul smiling at me. “What?” I asked. He
held out his hand and we went over to a settee in the corner.
“Just love it when you get a little chocolate.
You do love chocolate.” “Yes,
I do, and your point is?” I leaned back, his arm resting comfortably
behind me. "Well,
don’t they say chocolate is an aphrodisiac?” His face was awfully close
to mine. “Don’t
even think about it, buddy, I am not that kind of girl on a first date.
Remember what my Dad said?” Paul
sat back; he knew he was shot down and chuckled a bit. “Can’t kill a
bloke for trying. You know you
are driving me insane.” “Well,
I wasn’t sure until now, but good, that was my agenda!” Paul
backed off, and we caught up on things that had occurred the past year.
We even discussed our past relationship and what he was feeling at
the time of the big deception. I had been so caught up in our lives, his success and all
that it entailed, that I hadn’t realized how insecure he was. I saw his vulnerability so clearly now and that helped me
understand a lot of things. On
our way home, Paul was quiet again and as we headed into St. John’s Wood
he stopped before my street. “Do
you want to stop by the house?” He knew the answer before he asked. “No!
I can’t, not yet. Paul, that was our home, I loved it so much, I just don’t
know when or if...” I
couldn’t finish, that wound just too fresh to deal with.
He nodded, upset, and drove on to Highgrove. Walking
me to the door, he held my hand. “Thank you so much, the evening was
perfect.” I smiled, inserting my key. Paul’s
expression did not change, “Almost perfect,” he said softly, to which I
raised an eyebrow. “Hey,
I am out with you, something I told myself I would NEVER do again.” I
reminded him. “Yeah,
point taken. Can we do
something tomorrow?” I
knew he was going to be upset, but I said, “Well, I kinda have plans.
Sorry.” He
put his hand alongside my cheek. “May I kiss you?” he asked.
I nodded, and waited as he leaned forward and placed his mouth on
mine, gently, then with a little more to it. I
put my hand on his chest and pushed him back.
There was only so much a girl could handle. “Goodnight,” I said. I
slipped inside and leaned back against the door. This was going to be really difficult. I wanted him so badly. No
matter what happened between us, Paul and I always had incredible chemistry
in bed. I had a few lovers
before him but the heights we experienced were unbelievable, one of the main
reasons I could not understand his infidelity. *** I
had met Eric Clapton at several record label parties and once at George’s
house, so when he called and asked me to accompany him to a promotion event,
I had readily agreed. Of
course, all this had happened before I thought about seeing Paul again.
Eric was very sweet and seemed to have a bit of a crush on me, at
least according to Patti, but he had never made a move at all. The
party was boring and we left fairly early and headed to a club downtown.
The Harrisons said they would meet us there with several other
friends, and as we walked in George was heading to the table holding a
couple of drinks. “Hey,
didn’t expect you two so early.” He grinned. Eric
rolled his eyes, “The whole thing was a drag, only fun part was being with
Shea.” He
took my hand and we followed George. We
crowded around the table, the music and laughter loud, and suddenly I just
wanted to be home in the flat. I
leaned back resting my head against the leather booth when I felt an elbow
in my side. “What?” I
asked, glancing at Patti, who nodded. There
was Paul, with Alistair and Neil, heading toward us.
Shit, I thought, watching him approach looking incredibly
good. He greeted everyone, his
eyes barely leaving mine. Eric
knew our history and like a typical man, or should I say caveman, he put his
arm around me, marking his territory. Paul
narrowed his eyes a bit but recovered quickly, and the tight squeeze of
friends got even worse. Eric
went on about the promotion party and how daft the set up was and I just
scanned the room, looking for anything to distract me from Paul’s
never-wavering stare. Neil got
up to fetch a drink and I hollered at him for a white wine, boy did I need
one; a double if they came that way. The
rest of the evening was awful, for me at least. I wanted to escape but there was no way to get out or
anyplace to go to. I drank a
little too much and got the distinct impression my misery was making Paul a
little happier. I leaned over
to Eric and told him my head was pounding and I wanted to go home. “I’ll
take ya,” he offered. “No,
you are having a good time. Stay,
it’s okay.” I noticed Paul
taking everything in and tried to wipe him from my visual sphere. “No,
luv, you are me date, come on.” We
bid our farewells and left, and when we arrived at the flat I had to do a
little dance with Eric, who finally settled for a peck on the cheek before I
made my great getaway. The
hall was dark and I leaned back against the door, loving the quiet, when
John appeared in his usual T-shirt and briefs.
“Okay, Shea?” he asked sweetly. “Yeah,
just tired. You know how I love
music, but tonight all the noise just go to me.
All I could think about was being back here. Daft huh?” I
tossed my purse and keys on the little table and walked over to John.
His hair was standing up, a day old beard sprinkled his face and he
never looked so adorable. He
pulled me into a hug; “Did ya ever think about us having a go?” I
laughed, pinching his bottom, “Day and night, day and night!” I teased,
starting to move away, but he held me firmly. “Shea,
I’m not fooling, been thinking about it lately. We get on real well, might be something worth talking
about.” If
someone had slapped me I would not have been more stunned.
This was the very last thing I needed -- more male testosterone!
“John, I love you like a brother, I don’t want to screw that up. I need you as a good friend and...” Okay, I was going to have to say it out loud, “And I am
still in love with your best friend. It
wouldn’t be fair to either of you.” He
was not surprised at my response, think if I had leaped on him he would have
been more shocked. He grinned.
“Hey, I’m a fella, gotta give it a go.
Come on, let’s watch some telly.”
And that was the last time he ever mentioned anything about it. *** Danny
sent me out of town for a meeting, and I knew he was just trying to get me
away from the situation and actually was relieved.
I tacked on a couple extra days in Paris and just wandered about,
enjoying being by myself and doing some major soul searching. Being
on the date with Eric, having to do the
‘yes-thank-you-but-no-thank-you-I-don’t-want-anything-more’ dance
convinced me where my heart was. Either
I decided that Paul and I could have a future or I needed to get away from
him, cleanse my system, and move on to a completely new life. As long as I worked for the company, stayed in London, I
would never stay away from him. He
was in my soul, he was part of my soul and another man did not fill the
void. Could I be with him
again? The
flat looked wonderful as I alighted from the taxi, paid the driver and
hurried upstairs. John was out
and from the looks of the mail and papers he had been gone a while.
I unpacked and tossed dirty laundry into the washer and went for a
shower. Padding
into the kitchen, I put on the kettle and looked through the fridge.
I heard a tap at the front door, then a key, and was not surprised to
see Paul. He leaned in the
kitchen door. “Hey,
you’re back.” I
nodded, all the thoughts I had about him crashing around me.
“Glad to be home, Paris was nice but...”
The kettle sang and I pulled out two mugs. “Do you know where
John’s gone?” I asked, filling the pot, “Looks like he’s been gone a
while.” Paul
shook his head, getting the milk out and reaching for the sugar he knew I
took. His arm brushed against
me as he grabbed a spoon and it was if someone had touched me with a cattle
prod. I jumped, and Paul looked
at me with a confused expression. Without
a word I tossed myself at him, kissing his mouth, his throat and back to his
mouth, and it sure did not take much for his arms and mouth to respond.
God, he felt wonderful; intense feelings kept sweeping over me as my
fingers entangled in his hair.It was several minutes before we separated
breathlessly. Confusion was
replaced with passion. “Shea,
what?” He smoothed back my still wet hair. Tears
pooled in my eyes, spilling on my cheeks,. "I love you, God damn it, as
much as I have tried not to. Paul,
what are we going to do?” The
love and sweetness that filled his face forced a smile from me. “It all
depends on what you want to do,” he said gently, running a thumb down my
cheek, “I want you in every possible way.
I am willing to do whatever it takes for us to get back to one
another. The ball is in your
court.” Well,
I knew where I wanted the ball, and I took his hand and led him into my
room. The small nightlight
illuminated the bed like a beacon as I pulled off his T-shirt and unsnapped
his jeans. His smile was all I
needed to continue and once he was down to his briefs, I tugged my nightgown
over my head, watching his eyes sweep over my now-naked body. “I
love you gurl,” he said as he pulled me tightly against him.
“I have dreamed about you like this for so long, Shea; are you
sure? I know how much I hurt
you, disappointed you…” I
put a finger on his lips. “Shut-up, please,” I whispered, backing up so
we were forced down on the bed. “Yes,
I am sure. I knew when I came
back here this would happen. I
tried to tell myself no, but I knew. Paul,
you are my other half.” His
mouth captured mine and we kissed and caressed, rediscovering one another.
I had forgotten how much I loved the feel and taste of him, his hands
touching me, bringing me to delirious heights. We
slept for a while, woke and made love again, this time slower but the same
deep passion. Paul was snuggled
up in my arms, the hair on his forehead damp from his exertion, his face
buried against my breast. I was
home, we had issues to work through, but this was where I belonged and I
knew it clearly and plainly. He
shifted a bit and leaned his head back, catching my look.
“You okay? No
regrets?” he asked a bit playfully, but I knew he really was concerned. I
kissed him. “Oh, yeah, very sure. I
have been dead for 12 months and now I am alive again.” He
sat up a bit and bent over me and smiled. “I can’t believe you are in my
arms. I love you, Shea, I will
always love you.” We
were kissing, wrapped up in our own little private world, when someone
cleared his throat. “About fucking time!” and there was John grinning
like a fool. Paul
pulled the sheet up around me and looked at his partner.
“We are relieved that you approve,” he said dryly. “Hey,
hey, hey!” John wagged his finger. “I don’t let me daughter date just
any bloke, much less boff their brains out!” “John
Lennon!” I warned, sitting up, “I have tea brewing, add some hot water
and let us get dressed.” He
bowed. “Yes, milady,” he said, and left. Paul
was sulking. “I don’t want to get up.
I don’t ever want to leave the bed again.” I
reached down for my nightgown and Paul pulled it from my hands. “We do
need to leave the bed, bodily functions and food, wiseguy.” He
pinned me down, trailing sweet kisses down to my breast; “There is only
one bodily function I want to do right now.” I
groaned, “You’ve done it twice, I don’t want to wear you out.
Come on, you know Johnny won’t leave us alone!” John
was whistling in the kitchen, setting the tea out, making scrambled eggs,
sausage and toast. “What’s
this, then?” I laughed, going for silverware.
John twirled me in his arms and dipped me back. “Figured
you needed food, woman, all that wild, wanton sex -- you wench!” I
grabbed some napkins. “I am starving but your songwriting partner is
pouting, he didn’t want to get up.” “Ahh,
fuck him. Oh, excuse me, you
already did.” He just thought he was so funny.
I smacked him and stabbed a sausage, dodging John, who was saying I
needed to wait as Paul walked in, scowling at him. He grinned. “Get over it mate, sit down and eat!” We
had a wonderful time, Paul getting into the fun, eating, laughing, talking
and being with people who loved you. As
we finished the dishes, John lit a ciggie, “You doing a sleepover?” he
asked. God, did he like to provoke! Paul
glanced at me, “Yep,” I smiled, “he is not going anywhere tonight.
Now do you guys want to watch some telly?” Paul
and I curled up on the sofa, John holding court on the lounger, making fun
of any show we turned on. When
we could no longer keep our eyes open, John already snoring in the chair,
Paul and I slipped off to my room and drifted off to sleep holding each
other as if one or both of us would evaporate. *** Paul
was still asleep when I got ready for work.
As I breezed into my office, Danny followed me in, asking about the
trip. I gave him a report,
having a difficult time keeping the goofy smile off my face. Finally,
exasperated, he asked what the hell was going on. Now, that got my attention and I pulled a serious face out
from somewhere. “Nothing,
just glad to be home. Anything
you need to catch me up on?” He
was not convinced but told me about a few deals then left for a meeting.
I dropped into my chair and allowed the replay of last night start to
again in my brain. My
secretary came in carrying a huge bouquet of roses, “Meet someone in Paris
dear?” she smiled, handing me the card. I
opened it. Thank you for saving me.
I love you. It
was so difficult concentrating on work but I refocused and finished
everything Danny had asked me to do. As
evening approached, I wondered if I would see Paul; we had not made any
definite plans but as I was exiting EMI, there he was waiting. It
was a chilly evening; Paul’s face was a little red from the cold as he
swooped me into his arms for a delicious kiss.
“I missed you gurl, you left without saying goodbye.” “Well,
someone in this family has to work for a living.” I reminded him.
With arms entwined, we started walking. “Cheeky
wench. I work, sometimes.
So, are you hungry? Wanta
go out, or go home and live on love?”
Looking at his silly face brought a laugh from me; he hadn’t been
this happy in long time, and come to think of it, neither had I. We
hit our pub. I ordered the damn
fish and chips, Paul a steak and kidney pie, and talked about our day.
I told him Danny had been bugging me all day about my mood and I
supposed we were going to have to tell him about us. Paul
grinned, reaching over to wipe a spot of ketchup off my lips, “Gee, let
me, I’d love to.” The
waitress came to take our plates away, and immediately the old bartender was
standing, grinning at us, a pint in his hand for Paul and a glass of wine
for me. He set them down. “On
the house. It’s just good to
see you two together again.” He focused his smile on me, “Seen this lad
in here many times over the year, very unhappy he was.
Think he was lonesome for you, missy. Paul
looked properly embarrassed, then whispered loudly, “I’ll pass you the
20 quid later!” We
left the pub, full and content and then he had to ask again, “Come home
then, please?” Despite the
events of the last night, the old panic swept through me.
I did love our house but was not sure I could go back there as if all
was forgiven and not remember. He
read me perfectly, “Okay, Shea, when you are ready.
But know that is our home, always has been, always will be.
Let me have the chance to give it back to you.”
His words were so sweet and I knew eventually I would have to go
inside and see if I could live there again; I just didn’t know when. Arriving
at the flat, we noticed one small light on and as we opened the front door,
John was heading from the kitchen to his room, with two glasses.
I raised an eyebrow. “Entertaining,
young man? Shall we go?” He
laughed. “Hell no -- wanna join us? It
could be a kick!” Leave it to
John to outdo me in smart-alec remarks. “I’ll
pass, seeing you in your knickers is about all I can take.” He
saluted us with the glasses. “Your loss missy, your loss. Hey, mate!” He
winked at Paul and he was gone, leaving us to shake our heads. We
went into my room, “Any idea who she is?” Paul asked, slipping off his
jacket. “Nope,
I know he usually goes there but he hasn’t divulged and I haven’t asked.
I didn’t think it would happen; I hoped he and Cyn could work
things out.“ Paul
sat down on the bed. “John, doesn’t want to work anything out.
Cyn is a sweetie and has done nothing but love him.
And Julian...” His voice trailed off. I
had to fight the urge to say ‘and you are a sterling example?’ but for
once I ignored my inner demons. “Johnny
is a free spirit, I am actually surprised their relationship lasted this
long. Cyn is lovely, but so
traditional, something John will never be.” Paul
did not like what I was saying at all.
“So you are the new authority on John Lennon?” he asked.
It came out rather brusque. I
turned to look at him, my own temper beginning to flare.
“Authority, no; but listening and observing without judging, yes,
maybe. I am not sure you want
to pursue this topic, laddie!” Paul
reeled back a bit. “We weren’t talking about me, Shea.” I
saw how I had hurt him and threw my arms around him, “I’m sorry, my
mouth engages usually before my brain.” Paul
nestled against my forehead sighing, “You are going to have to find some
way to forgive me or we aren’t going to make it.” It
hurt to hear it out loud, but I understood and knew he was right.
I could not keep making him pay and pay.
I either forgave him totally and we moved on together or I did not
forgive and lived without him. After
last night, after this morning, waking up in his arms, seeing his face when
I left work, I realized moving on without him was impossible. I
began unbuttoning my suit and tossed the jacket over his face.
“Hey, I am going to take a shower, could use someone to wash my
back,” I said, and fled to the bath.
Paul discarded his clothes as he followed. *** When
I arrived at work in the morning, Danny was waiting, feet propped up on my
desk, reading a contract I had been working on the night before.
“Something I can help you with?” I asked shortly taking off my
coat and hanging it in a closet. He
didn’t even look up. “I’m
not sure about this section here Shea.
I think you might have done a better job.” I
tossed my purse in a drawer and whirled my chair around, sending Danny’s
feet crashing to the floor. “I’d
like my desk back, please, and if you don’t like what I have done, then do
it yourself.” Danny
stood and straightened his jacket, “Shea, this is a very important
client......” “Ah,
yes, one you dumped on me at the very last minute but whom I managed to
appease in order to finish the job. Shall
we get to your real issues?” I sat, looking up at him. Danny was a good-looking guy, blond hair, green eyes, and
nice bod, but as I thought about the few months we were together, I could
not remember why I’d bothered. Danny
leaned on the desk. “Is it true? You
and McCartney are back together?” Wow,
I thought, news travels quickly.
“Yes, it is. I am
sorry; I had planned to tell you myself, it just happened two days ago.
We are trying to get used to it ourselves. Danny, if anyone knows how much I love Paul, you do.
I can’t see why it would surprise you so much.” “Because
I was there when you almost died from the hurt. You swore he’d never get near you again.
You swore Shea, I heard you.” He was angry and spat the words at
me. And he was right; I had
said it and much, much more. Remembering
my pain crashed over me in waves. Shit,
what was I doing? He was
capable of hurting that much again, maybe more so.
No, Shea, don’t listen to him, he is trying to place doubts in
your head. I stood up and
walked to the window, watching people walk by, kids chasing one another. “Okay,
Danny, so where does this leave us? I
have said before, I will resign no matter how much I love my job.
This is your baby.” He
came up behind me, “Shea, think of what you are doing.
That little chippie was in your bed; there’s no telling how many
more there were or have been. You deserve better.” I
was feeling ill from his words when I heard him gasp and there was an awful
crash. I whirled around to see
Paul holding him by the neck, the fury on his face something I had never
seen the likes of. Danny was
whimpering, holding his eye. “Paul,
no!” I grabbed at his arm, surprised to find him shaking. He
tossed Danny down, standing over him, “If I ever hear or hear from someone
that you have spoken to Shea like that again, I will come back and finish
this. She loves me, not you --
get over it. I promise we
won’t invite you to the wedding.” Of
course, all I heard was ‘wedding,’ but I let that word slip into my
memory banks for another time. Danny
pulled himself up, staggering a bit, and ran from my office; though now I
was not sure how much longer it was going to be my office.
I sank down on a chair, watching Paul try and calm himself down.
“How much did you hear?” I asked. Paul
rested his eyes on me. The black they turned when he was angry had almost
subsided. “Oh, just from the
moment he started about what a fool you are.
I waited for the bastard to really hang himself.” He looked about
at a few overturned items. “Sorry
about your office.” I
laughed weakly. “For as long as it is my office,” I said. Paul
leaned down before me, taking both my hands in his. “What he said Shea....” I
closed my eyes, trying to strike all those words from my brain.
“Danny is hurt, he was trying to win.” “Yeah,
win you. God, gurl, I am sorry
for everything. I never wanted
to hurt you, not that much.” “Paul,
we have gone over this, I know. My
strong, independent woman side says, okay, he messed up, and it’s over and
done. But the insecure,
why-would-he-want-me person is awfully worried. The internal struggle can be exhausting.” I was not sure
where the words came from and I could tell they hurt him deeply.
I slid off the chair on my knees in front of him, “But when the two
pieces come together they know one thing, the only thing that truly matters
is that both love you and don’t want to live without you.
So they will have to duke it out and come to one conclusion, I want
to be with you forever.” I
smoothed back the hair from his forehead. “If you can handle that long a
deal. Forever and such.” He
chuckled softly and pulled me into a tight embrace, “I wouldn’t settle
for a second less. Let’s get
the hell out of here. Give your
notice, say you’re sick, take a day off, but let’s go!”
He stood, taking me with him and gave me only a second to grab my
purse and coat and yell at my secretary I would not be back.
Everyone on the floor watched us run, laughing, into the lift that
opened as if on cue. *** “Slow
down, I am wearing heels!” I groaned as we sprinted from the building.
“Okay, I’m playing hookey, where are we off to?” Paul
thought for a minute. “Liverpool, what do ya say? Haven’t seen me Dad in a while and hanker for a drive.
We can head up, stay the night, catch up.” Walking
in tandem, I glanced over at him, “I said I would not be back today,
nothing about tomorrow. I
haven’t been fired yet.” “Shea,
come on, roll with it, we are lucky we have the means to say just screw
it.” “No,
you have the means. I
need a job,” I reminded him, and he stopped “No,
we have the means. What is mine
is yours. You can tell that
pompous windbag to stuff his job. Wouldn’t
be nice to have a lie-in whenever you wanted?” His face beamed at the
prospect. “Of
course, but I have worked hard all these years to get to that point.
If I walk away from this job, I will throw it all away.” Paul
shook his head vehemently, “No, everyone knows how good you are and what
an idiot Danny is....” “Danny
can be an idiot but he has plenty of business savvy. I learned a lot from
him.” Oops, wrong to give him a compliment.
“I can’t just not work.” “And
why not? I would love to have
you around, whenever we want we can go on holiday, no strings.”
He was really getting into the me not working mode; by this time we
were in front of the flat. “I’ll go home, get the car and meet you in an
hour. Okay?” Finding
a bag, I tossed in a few things, changed my clothes and went to write a note
for John, who had not yet surfaced from his bedroom. On a whim, I called back to my office and said I would be
gone several days and hung up before I gave a reason or a number where I
could be reached. I figured
they would find out how much I really did, or I would be let go and I could
put it all behind me. Paul
was back before the hour was up and we headed out on the open road, feeling
footloose and fancy-free. We
stopped for lunch and then I drove, Paul pretending to cower in the
passenger seat. He had tried to
teach me to drive a manual before and I was horrible.
During my year away I had been determined to learn, and now unwound
the Mini like a pro to his very proud eyes. Of
course, it was late when we arrived and Paul hadn’t let his Dad know we
were coming. I had met Jim and
Mike on several occasions and we got on very well.
There was a light on in the living area, and Paul tapped lightly on
the window before letting himself in. Jim,
paper and pipe in hand, looked up happily.
“Son you didn’t ring! Michael
is already in bed.” Paul
dumped our bags and gave his Dad a hug, “The loser should be moved out by
now,” he said, and I knew he had seen him coming down the stairs from the
bedroom. Mike
scowled, then caught sight of me and hurried over, engulfing me in a hug.
“You came back but I hope not to this ted wannabe.
Ahhh, Shea, I really thought you had better taste.
Now, I have it on good authority that he has an incredibly handsome
brother, who is available…” “Because
nobody in their right mind would want him.” Paul punched his brother.
“Let me girl go, you sod. Dad,
you remember Shea, dontcha?” Jim
approached me with a sweet hug, “Good to see you. Are you back for good, I hope?” “Gee,
Dad, put the girl on the spot,” Paul groaned, heading towards the kitchen,
“Any water hot?” Jim
moved back, still holding me in his arms, “He was a mess without you, luv.
I’m not sure what happened, but I’m glad you two worked it
out.” Paul
was bellowing from the kitchen, and I looked at Jim. “Think this one could
be a full time job. Do you need
help or something?” Poor
Mike was sent to the couch while Paul and I got their old bedroom.
I felt odd sleeping together in his Dad’s house but he assured me
it was okay. I looked around
the definitely male room, music posters and girls on cars, lots of EP’s
and singles by a small phonograph. There
was an old acoustic guitar propped in the corner, and tons of books.
Paul was still in the loo, and I kept thinking about him growing up
here, the beginning of his songwriting, John and George sitting about, the
start of everything, the group coming together.
I was lost in these thoughts when he sat down beside me. “You
are far away luv, what’s in that fertile head of yours?” he asked. I
smiled, tossing back the covers so he could lie down. “Oh, just thinking
about you being here as a kid, wishing I could have known you then.
Think we would have gone steady? Would you have given me your leather
jacket?” Paul
pulled me close and leaned over me. “I still have me leather jacket -- it
is yours. Now, little girl, I
have something else I’d like to give you.” I
slapped at his hands. “No way, not with your Dad right next door.” “Ah
Shea, come on, I need ya,” he moaned, trying to pull the covers over our
heads. “Forget
it! A cuddle is all you get, so
be happy with that.” *** We
stayed with his Dad for two days, the best two days I had experienced in a
long time. I cooked for the
guys, we took walks, Paul showed me some spots around the ‘Pool and I met
some relatives who lived all around the city.
I was amazed at how big his family was and all the people who still
considered him just ‘our Paul.’ I
finally got to see the Cavern, a horribly wet and smelly place that you had
to walk down the steepest steps to get to; small tables and chairs and one
of the tiniest stages I have ever seen.
I could not believe this is where it all began.
I watched Paul’s face as he looked about, acknowledged people and
took in all the posters and pictures of the Beatles. An older gentleman named Bob approached us and they hugged
and laughed and talked about the ‘old days’.
He apparently was the guy who introduced them during performances and
was as proud as a Dad of Paul and his mates. I
was amazed that I could love him even more but the trip made it true.
I saw a side of him that was missing in London; he was home, all
pretenses stripped away. He even spoke in the strangest manner, something called “Scouse,”
and there were times I didn’t have a clue what anyone was talking about.
They loved my confused expression.
I threatened numerous times to not talk at all but, of course, I
couldn’t keep to it. I
think I hated the idea of heading back to London more then Paul did, and as
we hugged his Dad good-bye, Jim made us promise to come back soon.
Michael tried to drag me back inside to save me from the kid, but
before noon we were on the road. It was nice to see Paul completely relaxed, his eyes clear
and bright, not a sign of stress. Once
we were home there would be time enough. As
we drove just listening to music, I allowed myself to think about work,
Danny, and what the heck was going to happen.
I had disappeared for three days with many big projects pending, a
good excuse for dismissal. *** It
was well into the morning when we drew up in front of the Highgrove flat.
I was sleeping and Paul gently woke me.
“Honey, we are home, go on up, I’ll bring the bags.” I
rubbed my eyes. “Are you staying here tonight?” He
kissed my cheek, “Yes. Go on
now.” Happy,
I went upstairs; leaving all the doors open for Paul, and as I entered the
flat John was sitting, naked, in the living room, with a small oriental
woman on his lap. Boy, was I
awake now -- but John just grinned, “Hey, so how was Liverpool? Nasty
place it is.” I
tossed my keys on the hall table trying to act cool, “Not at all, I loved
it. Got to see the Cavern, what
a dump!” John
roared and the woman peered through mounds of hair, looking at him
helplessly. “John, can we go
to your room please?” she asked in a high pitched voice. I
heard noise behind me and Paul lumbered in balancing the bags, but one look
at the scene in the living room and they all tumbled to the floor. “Er,
‘ello John,” he said, looking at me for an explanation.
John just pushed the woman up, took her hand, and walked into his
bedroom, shutting the door quietly. Paul
and I just looked at each other, he shut the door and we carried our bags to
my room. Once inside we both
dissolved into laughter. “What
the hell?” he asked and I shushed him. “That
must be the mystery woman. Oh
my God, I never would have figured. Especially
when John asked if we could have a go......”
As
soon as it came out I wanted to beat my head against the wall.
Paul jerked his head up, staring at me. “He what?” he
said, narrowing his eyes. “I
think he was joking, forget it, it really was nothing.
Come on, let’s go to bed.” *** We
slept in and luckily John and his friend were long gone when we went to make
tea. I pulled on slacks and a
sweater, not my usual office attire, figuring I would go in and clean out my
desk. Paul dropped me off,
saying he was going home and would be back later. When
I entered my office, I found Danny sitting with several people I knew were
important clients. He had his
back to the door and he was frantically trying to explain one of my
contracts, and I could tell he was struggling. Mr.
Wells looked up as I walked in. “Well,
Shea, my dear, I am so happy to see you back.
Everything okay?” He
rose and came over to grasp my hand. “Yes,
thank you,” I replied. “Can
I help here?” We went over
all the details and within an hour all three men were happy and informed and
they left shortly. Danny
sank down, closing his eyes, sighing. “Thank
God you came back when you did. What
the hell were you thinking, just going off like that?” I
wagged a finger at him, flipping through the pile of mail on my desk.
“After what just happened here, I should think you would be glad.
I saved your sorry arse you know, more than just this morning.” Danny
nodded, “Yeah; fuck, he was mad. Did
you go off with him?” I
glared at him, “I don’t believe that is any of your business, but yes.
We visited his Dad, just needed to get out of town.
It was lovely...” My
voice drifted off thinking about our time away. “Stop
the moony looks, or I will vomit!” he snapped getting up, “I was
thinking of firing you, you know.” I
shrugged, “Actually I came in this morning to clear out my desk.
Should I?” “No,
damn it, you are too useful. But,
Shea, just keep away from me unless it is absolutely necessary.
I don’t want a repeat of your boyfriend losing it.” “Gee,
he would prefer it if I never saw you again, at least you two do have
something in common.” I smiled, sitting down and opening an envelope. Danny
looked at me long and hard, “No, we have two things, unfortunately,” he
said scathingly as he breezed out. Ouch,
that hurt. I
went through the mail, spoke to several clients and looked at the office
clock. It was 4:00 and Paul
hadn’t come back yet, and I was missing him.
I thought about him at number 7 and our last few days together. I
waited for the longest time, and then had my secretary call for a taxi.
When we pulled up in front of the tall green gates my stomach did a
180. I almost had the cabby
turn around, but I paid him and got out.
I watched him pull down the street before I walked over to the gate
pad and programmed the code I knew. It
clicked and popped open and I smiled that he hadn’t changed it. “Hey!”
a voice called and I turned to see several of the girls who often hung
outside the gate. She stared at
me; “You’re Shea, aren’t you? I
thought you’d gone.” My
hand on the gate, I smiled at her, “Yeah, I did but had a change of heart.
Hard guy to get over.” The
group muttered and nodded as I went inside, walking up to the side door.
I sat on the steps, looking over the yard, a bit barren from the
winter but thoughts drifted to trimming up the roses, picnics in the glass
house, making love under the stars. Okay,
girl, you can do this, I thought. The
Mini was parked near the door so I knew he was still at home. The
kitchen door was open, and I walked in, looking at the wallpaper border I
had put up, the place mats on the small round table still down.
I touched the kettle, it was warm and I could see the makings of tea.
Sounds were coming from upstairs; I knew where he was and why he
hadn’t come back, and started up. I
waited in the doorway of the music room. Paul was working at the piano, one
hand on the keys, his left one writing down something on a note pad.
He then focused completely on the piano, working on a few notes that
linked lovely together and the small smile on his lips let me know he felt
it too. Right
at that moment he realized he was not alone and turned sharply, then the
look of annoyance turned to surprise. He
was up and to me in two steps, “Hey, I must have lost track of time.” He
had me in his arms and he was trembling.
“You’re here. I had
just about decided to put it on the market....” I
looked up at him; damn, I adored this face.
“Sell our house? I
don’t think so, mister. So
you said you made some changes, show me.” Now
was the hardest test, going into our room, and I stopped at the entrance but
Paul would not let go of me and dragged me in.
Nothing was the same. It
was all new, from the paint to the wallpaper, the furniture, everything.
I looked at the bed; it was one I had picked out several years ago,
and Paul had moaned and groaned that it was too girlie; a four poster with a
lovely canopy. Well, maybe it
was a bit girlie, but it was beautiful. “You
did all this?” I looked around, trying not to cry. Paul
circled my waist with his arms, leaning against me. “The only thing
important is for you to be happy and be here with me.
Can you luv, can you think of this as home again?” I
turned and buried my face against his chest.
“Home is where you are, Paul, so, yes, I think I can.” I looked
towards the bed; “Maybe we should see if you selected the right
mattress…” I lay down, up on my elbows watching Paul with the silliest
expression on his face. He
got on the bed on his hands and knees, and with agonizing slowness, crawled
up until he was directly over the top of me.
As if in a dream, he lowered down, covering my mouth with his.
We made love almost as if it were the first time, exploring,
discovering, making promises, knowing we were committing our lives together. As
we stayed wrapped in each other’s arms, Paul brought up getting married.
He was just talking about the future, did I want kids, how many,
until I finally rolled over on my stomach, tracing little circles on his
chest. “So, are you actually
asking me to marry you?” I raised my eyes up to his. He
blushed and tapped the end of my nose. “Are you gonna make me get down on
one knee and all?” I
raised up the sheet. “I should, you know, dressed just as you are.
Asking a girl the most important question ever, and you don’t!
I’m not that kind of girl, ya know.” He
rolled me on my back and leaned real close, “Yes you are, thank God.
Now kiss me and let’s seal the deal.” *** When
things begin to change, they do so quickly.
John filed from divorce from Cyn and Yoko -- we finally learned her
name -- moved into the flat with him. If
nothing else, I was thrilled to be packing up and going home.
There were some rough days, my damn female mind still remembered, but
the feelings were coming less and less, and once I had been back for a week
or two, the house was ours, the ghosts had been exorcised.
I could tell from our late night talks that Paul was mine and there
would never be a repeat performance. Of
course, I did happen to mention he would be missing a very important body
part if he did make another poor choice and from the way he winced, I
trusted him implicitly. Much
to my surprise, Danny was transferred back to New York and I was promoted
into his position. I tackled
the new job, loving the challenge even while I watched my dear friends
struggle as a group. Their
lives were changing rapidly, and without sweet Brian the internal struggles
were ripping them apart at the seams. Most
of the music they made was done separately, from the songwriting to
recording, each one showing up to do his own part. The
dissolution was due to all four but I mainly saw it from Paul’s point of
view, and I knew how it was destroying him.
He was the one who still wanted to tour, record together, keep the
Beatles the entity he was used to, but he was the only one.
George was deep into eastern music and religion; John was on a
mission for peace and love and Yoko, driving a huge wedge between the two
best friends that would never be repaired.
Rings was tired of being under a microscope, but would have kept
going -- only there was nothing to keep going. I
went to bed many nights and cried myself to sleep at the desperation of four
men who loved each other deeply but had to get away. I hated how I couldn’t help; I hated at how unhappy Paul
was. One evening I was out in
the garden and I heard John’s voice over the intercom. I opened the gate to find him there, alone, with a bottle of
wine. I told him Paul was gone
to some meeting for a film soundtrack, and he grinned and said he knew. We
ended up in the silly glass house with two glasses and a corkscrew and drank
and talked for several hours. The
new John had taken a hiatus and here was our John, joking, telling silly
stories, asking about our life and were we happy.
It was the last time we had an evening like that, and I have
treasured it forever. When the
Mini pulled in the drive, John Winston evaporated and John Ono reappeared,
and he and Paul chatted politely before he announced he was off.
He drew me into a hug, kissed my cheek and bid me ta-ra.
Paul looked into my eyes and just let it go.
He didn’t ask why, he just accepted that it was good and special to
me. On
one of our frequent trips to Liverpool, Paul got Jim and Mike to take a
drive with us and we got married. We
had gotten the proper documents and just carried them around until the time
felt right. On that lovely fall
weekend, it did. The
guys were still working on an album and it was an awfully cold, windy
January afternoon. I was on the
phone when my secretary came in and said something was going on at Apple.
It was then that the other line rang and it was Paul. “Shea, get
your butt over here, we are up on the roof, gonna play a few tunes.”
“Are
you crazy? I’ll be there
soon!” I grabbed my coat and took the liberty of the company limo to reach
Savile Row. As I hurried
inside, all the secretaries were heading up, laughing and giggling about how
good they all had been today. Mal
and Neil were helping with the rest of the mics, amps and instruments as I
strolled out onto the roof; the four Beatles were huddled together
discussing what they were going to play.
I caught my breath, going back in time, and had to blink to hold back
the tears. Paul looked up and
grinned, opening his arms. I found my spot and kissed his mouth, hating the beard but
hey, boys will be boys. I gave
each guy a hug and kiss, stopping a bit longer with John, pinching his
bottom for old times sake. He
leaned close to my ear, “Cheeky wench!” then went and hooked up his
guitar. I
watched them play, laughing, shivering from the cold, having fun, it was
true magic, the magic that started at the Cavern, worked its way to Hamburg,
and then around the world. The
people who knew them the best, who loved them, knew this would be the last
time we witnessed greatness and it was.
I keep the night with John and the rooftop in a very secret place in
my heart and when I have a particularly bad day, I pull them out and they
wrap me in a warm cocoon. |
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Linda Cooper lives in Centennial, Colorado, and has for 18
years with her husband, two teen-age children, two cats and two dogs.
She works at the local high school, and loves hockey and music. She
first began writing in high school, sharing the duties with a good friend.
After several years in college, she moved to London with three friends and
lived in a small flat in the West End, working, traveling and even having
the privilege of meeting John Lennon at a book signing promotion. Her
stories took a hiatus for many years until about a year ago, when she found
several websites with fan fiction and thought she would give it a go.
She hopes everyone finds them fun. |
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