Roxan ~ In My Life with the Beatles

16

Sweet Memories

I took a few minutes to digest Brian's words. Looking at the clock I noticed it was just before 5 o'clock Brian seemed in a rush. He didn't need to leave because of the impending dinner, it wasn't until 7.

A job falling into my lap, a room, clothes even, am I dreaming? Does James have some high up friends in London? Time will tell I suppose, but I am becoming increasingly impatient!

The clock on the mantle strikes the hour and a few seconds after that the door is again knocked upon. James!

"Oh, James it's about time you showed up, bloody naughty boy!" I yelled happily as I flung the door open revealing a totally different person at the door. Not James, I rolled my eyes over his frame, nope, definitely not James.

He stood there with a stupid grin on his face "Not James sorry. I like your excitement though oh and I sure can be a naughty BOY!" he laughed at his own joke and sauntered through the door, stopping at the table to shove a small cake in his mouth.

"Sorry, I just thought you were my brother, haven't seen him in ages, you see. Can I help you? Did Brian send you round? Is he your boss?"

The way 'the boy', walked in and owned the room he seemed so sure of himself and was a bit intimidating. I may be able to cut him down to size though. "Oh you're here to set up the dinner table for my impending meal then OR there is a leak in the bathroom faucet perhaps that's why you're here?"

"Do I LOOK like a bloody plumber luv and I don't have any cutlery on or about me person either" tapping his pockets he stood with a grin, mocking my words. "I'm BRIAN'S boss luv. I send HIM places not the other way around" He grinned broadly like he had a secret and strolled around the room.

"I'm sorry but if you don't mind I have a prior meeting organised. Could you just state your business and leave" I'm too tired to banter with whoever he is and the way he is poking about rudely, perhaps he will just leave.

I watch him place a hand on the window frame overlooking the avenue. He was tall and young, my age or a tad bit older perhaps? Liverpudlian again- Are we all in London now!? His grey suit was very nice and fit him like a glove, most probably tailored just for him, a white collar around his neck. His boots looked Italian leather but he spoke like a docker from Liverpool. He has a hand in his pocket playing with something but not bringing it out to be seen.

"Don't remember do ya luv"

He turns around smiling, his eyes urging me to remember him.

"Sorry. Remember what? I don't converse with many plumbers you know"

Another small cake is gobbled down, a couple of crumbs dropping on his suit, he swipes them away and wanders forward still not in a straight line, his walk is almost a skip toward the lounge chair. "Sorry still not a plumber. But I can be very versatile when I wanna be"

He leans on the back of the lounge rising and falling from heel to toe. He is intriguing but annoying!

"Met you one night, I know you from Liverpool, wasn't the best of circumstances but you made an impression"

"OK I give up, I'm pretty sure you're off your head as I didn't have any meetings in the 'pool" I went to go on but he held one hand up the other fumbling in that pocket again. He makes a big gesture of removing the thing from his pocket – a bag. 

And before I know it, it's tossed at me.

"Catch Luv!!"

I'm too slow and I get hit in the cheek the bag spilts and it's contents fly all over the room, landing in my hair, on the floor, a few in the teacup, on the table. My cheek turning a bright red.

"Ooops sorry luv" he crosses the room and stands closer. I'm retrieving stuff from my hair and don't notice him move. Hard discs lay in my palm they are white and pink candy's, I'm perplexed til I see a word and after turning them over to face up I soon see one, two, three, four..

WINK~WINK~WINK~WINK~

They all say wink, I pick up more and check their words yep 'wink' again.

JOHNS POV

She's here. I'm waiting in the next room, hurry up Brian.

Brian finally leaves and I am at the door knocking minutes later. Then she tore the door open in excitment : she is just about to jump on me 'James this, James that'. Bit of a bummer I'm not James.

Ok so she doesn't know who I am. What's a clever way of reaching her memories without startling her? I know I'll toss her the bag of sweets.

Oh no that's not right hit the bird on the face not a good opening act, me boy! Bloody sweets everywhere pretty comical though, Paulie would have a great pout though after helping me all the the other afternoon sorting all the 'winks' out. Though I'm pretty certain he took some 'I LUV U' for his own devices again!

As she combs through her hair, I have time to look at her features. It's been years since she's been in Liverpool then we moved to London. Her hair is longer, definitely not like it was before, a lot blonder than I recall. Think she is a tad taller too. Her eyes look a lot more open now. Before they were closed to everybody, hooded and guarded. I've never heard her really speak til now. It's light and fresh but when she was scolding me she had a sharp tongue perhaps the law classes and trials of Liverpool brought that out of her. I think her eyes are brown or hazel not the usual blue of a blonde, haired girl. I have to get closer for a proper look to check.