𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 - 𝐇𝐨𝐰 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐) || 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧

Chapter 15: Dark Horse (pt.1)

1974

"George like George Harrison?" Becca asked unsure, as if she was talking to a complete stranger or as if it was a joke.

Although there was a trace of amusement and silliness in her voice. And this only made him wish on stay on the phone forever hearing his wife's voice.

"¡Ay no! Agüantame tantito. I've to turn off the milk before it boils over the stove" she apologized quickly and after a few seconds she picked up the phone again. "Done"

"How are you bab... Becca?" George corrected himself and inquired wanting to know more about her. He'd missed badly the genuine warmth in her voice comforting him beyond measure. "Sorry for calling this early. What time is it there? 7 in the morning?"

"6:30, actually. But it doesn't matter, anyway, Enzo is about to wake asking for milk" Rebecca chuckled. "Everything's cool around here. A bit chaotic with work, but fine. How are you? Is India treating you right?" Her tone was cautious and retracted as rarely. It wasn't like Becca to be so shy, she seemed taken aback.

"Quite nice," he chortled, wanting to appease her manner. "We visited the river and had a ceremony at Ravi's new house. The property is next to the Ganges. Ravi's brother, Uday has been with us around and he's a wonderful fella'. Also, I'm learning a bit more Hindi. Everything has been very good; we meditate in the mornings and then we go to the village after doing yoga and chanting a lot. Sometimes the musicians congregate here, or we go down to the river..." George commented quietly but delighted and motivated.

Rebecca smiled with sincere happiness at the calmness in his voice, the one he'd lost a while ago, though that smile soon faded as she recalled their immediate past.

"Sounds great, George. I am really happy for you." Becca paused as she noticed George's voice still torn and raspy. A latent memory of the last weeks, especially their last meeting.

She was really content for him indeed, at least all the nasty stuff served for something, but she remained with a broken heart. She wasn't referring to something spiritual but as a couple, a marriage. Something dormant and palpable, real to her.

Obviously, life wouldn't be a bowl of hunky-dory, and it wasn't like their lives were totally 'normal', yet between the two of them, had created a 'normal life' and had shown that circumstances didn't matter to them no matter how great or likely they were, whatever it was. But now the situation was different, and Rebecca wasn't sure if she could get it back.

"Enzo is calling me. Do you wanna talk to him?" she offered kindly.

"It'd be great, baby. Ta."

As Rebecca said, a just awakened Enzo Harrison got on the phone to talk to his dad.

George asked him about things like his toys or Millie, just as Enzo questioned him about where he was and if in India there were dinosaurs; or how he went with his mum to work, but he couldn't grab her things because 'they were mommy's things', and he could get hurt.

Enzo also shared with George all the details of their new home and how it was smaller, and had almost no garden not like Friar Park, but that grandpa would go after him to take him to the park or play with his cousins. Rebecca smiled at the heart-warming image of Enzo talking to his daddy, their little son was too happy to talk to George because he missed him so much and the boy constantly questioned her about him.

She couldn't help but laugh when heard her son tell his dad if he was 'hoarse' when he heard daddy's sick voice.

After talking for at least 15 minutes, Enzo said goodbye with a "Te quiero, papi" blowing a kiss. Once they said goodbye, Rebecca went back to pick up the phone while she pet Enzo's dark hair.