❝𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮...❞
[𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 "𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄"] 1965. Alexandria Brown and George Harrison have been together for five years n...
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THURSDAY, AUGUST 26, 1965
George was up at five in the morning, but Alexandria was still far from such a feat. Yesterday had been proper hell. George, Alexandria, Ringo, and John had moped around all day, still drowsy from their LSD indulgences, while Paul made fun of them because he hadn't been so foolish as to take the drug. Alexandria had woken up vomiting, and she'd berated George for roping her into taking the drug with him.
Even so, their trips still held many fond memories. Maybe she'd never do it again, but she at least didn't regret all of the previous day's activities.
Now, making chocolate chip pancakes in the big kitchen of the house they were staying in, George felt on top of the world. Today, he was going to propose, and to say he was excited was an understatement. And despite the excitement brewing in him, he was also nervous. The feeling was inevitable, inescapable. Of course, he was nervous! The result of today was going to determine the rest of his life, particularly if she said yes.
Other than George's rustling in the kitchen, there wasn't a single sound in the house. The rest of its occupants were asleep for now, and that gave him time to think. He stirred his pancake batter, thinking about the ring that was hidden in the dresser that sat in his and Alexandria's room. What if she didn't like it? What if she thought it was ugly? What if that was what prompted her to say no? Had he done a good job picking it? He thought so, and Cynthia had thought so too, so that had to mean something, right?
The clock crept nearer and nearer to six, and by six-fifteen, the first of the Beatles had regained consciousness and found George in the kitchen.
"No one told me that you were such a housewife," Paul quipped as he scampered up to George, looking over George's shoulder to see what he was making.
"Woke up early and couldn't go back to sleep," George replied. "Decided to put my limited cooking abilities to good use."
"Yeah? Have you started any coffee or anything?"
"No," George replied. "Didn't cross my mind."
"Well, what a useless housewife you are," Paul responded, going to prepare some coffee himself. "You didn't think of coffee?" he asked. "You love coffee."
"Yeah, I know," George responded, shrugging.
"Something on your mind?" Paul asked, filling a coffee pot up with water and placing it on the stove. Then, he went and plopped in a stool at the island between the kitchen and the dining room.
George turned with a raised eyebrow. "Yeah, somethin's on my mind," he responded. He knew very well that he had told the boys his specific plan for his proposal...multiple times. But then again, Paul was notoriously terrible at paying attention sometimes.
