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Weeks had passed...months, even. I hadn't really talked to John since the night of Brian's memorial. The Beatles had been busy working in the studio and finishing the filming for Magical Mystery Tour, and I had been in Liverpool with Julian ever since the end of October.

I'd been picking up jobs all over the place, taking pictures for different magazines and newspapers, and if I was being honest, I was itching to be back in London where all the big publications were. I wasn't sure what had given me the confidence to put my photographs out there for all to see when I hadn't done anything close to that since I'd photographed for the Mersey Beat, and that gig had stopped back when I was pregnant with Julian. I'd spent the entire nine months of my pregnancy vomiting, aching, crying, or passing out. It had been a rough experience for me, to say the least. Not to mention, I had spent the majority of it alone since John was always running around recording and going on tours.

Now, that was four years behind me and I was, of course, feeling great. I was ready to get back behind the camera for a little while. In between photo sessions that I scored in Liverpool with some up-and-coming bands, I snapped photos of Julian to get back into the swing of things. He was just as narcissistic as his father and adored being in front of the camera just as much as John.

In addition to my photography splurge, I had also become reacquainted with some of my old mates from school. I'd run into Jenny while Julian and I were at the store shopping a few weeks ago, and we had been catching up ever since. She was married now, happily, with twin daughters that were a year-and-a-half old now.

I'd also met up with my aunt Bernadette a few times to visit Louella. She was about a year and a half older than Julian, and the two got along remarkably well...most of the time. Sometimes, Julian could be an arsehole and he'd throw things at her. Anything he could find, he would hurl at the poor, unsuspecting girl. And she would break into tears sometimes, but sometimes she would pick whatever had been hurled at her and throw it right back at Julian. Then, Julian would get royally pissed off and throw it back, and then they'd start throwing hands and not small pebbles, at which point we would usually have figured out what was happening and get in between them.

In conclusion, it was hard to really tell what they thought of one another. It was about fifty-fifty. Some days, they liked each other; and some days, they hated each other. There was simply no in-between.

Jenny and I sat in a coffee shop, the same one that we had been coming to ever since we were in school. After the band's third Hamburg residency and when they got signed to EMI, Jenny and I had fallen out of contact and she didn't have anything to go on about John and me, other than what she saw in the media, of course. Although, she wasn't entirely certain whether or not we actually had a child because magazines exaggerated stuff so much.