Roxan ~ In My Life with the Beatles

62

Returning

Sophie ran away quickly toward the beach, I was left behind, still on the deck rugged up like it was a deep Siberian winter when, in fact, it was a balmy and warm spring day. The sun shone down, blue skies abounding.

"Its not even summer and I'm hot as a scorpion on a rock in the Sahara" Lin stated as she looked out toward the beach after my little rascal."...How are you even cold, hun?"

"It's my heart. Frigid like an icicle, seeps everywhere" I grinned up at my friend, my nurse, my anchor "See this" I held up my finger "Cold enough for an eskimo to borrow to clean his ear without flinching"

"Gotta dash, she's hit the damp sand!" Linda ran down after Soph, my little whirlwind of energy. Soph wouldn't go in the ocean alone but she would start digging in the moist sandcastling sand.

I must have fallen asleep as the gate buzzer scared the bejeezers out of me. Jumping from the start, I hopped up quickly, head spinning from my blood pressure hitting somewhere low down near my toes. Once steady, I glanced at the clock above my head. Paul wasn't flying in til tonight, and anyway, he barges straight in. No gate buzzers for him!

Wrapping my blanket round my shoulders I shuffled through the house.

"Hello" I croaked into the small intercom on the wall, trying to calm my still wildly beating heart from the scare of waking with a fright.

Nothing, no one spoke "Hello?"  I muttered again

Ugh, so rude. Must have been someone pranking the neighbourhood residents. I turned about to go back out to the lovely warm pile of blankets and pillows on the verandah. Stuff the rude ignorant pig who pressed the buzzer.

"It's me"

Well that was enough said wasn't it- two words. It was indeed, a rude ignorant pig.

And now I want to break the intercom off the wall and throw it in the trash!

"Let me in Syd"

'Why should I' I wasn't talking into the intercom just to the empty room.

He was back, no word in two months, and I'm supposed to let him in, just like that!? Like I'm not annoyed or hurt.

"Syd. Please let me in, I have someone who wants to meet you" John tapped the intercom like it was a drum kit, probably trying to annoy me with the noise, it was almost working.

I pressed the (still intact) intercom button "Stop tapping. Who do you think you are? Richard?" Releasing the button I plonked down on the couch in the lounge room, rubbing my eyes and face in frustration with him.

I would have pulled on my hair, if I had any left...

He said someone wants to meet me.... 

Suddenly, I'm annoyingly intrigued, I pushed wearily back up off the couch and went into Linda's room. I can sometimes see the gate from here if the plants and hedge have been trimmed.

Who was with John? I can't see, do I let him in to cure my curiosity then kick him out? Haha, Karma's a bitch Lennon.

I shuffle slowly back toward the intercom and the entry button looms into view.

"Press the damn button Rox. I know you're staring at it!" John has my number yet again, why am I so easily read by him? See through even.

I press the 'damn button' and walk back out through the back door to the verandah, my blankets beckoning me. So warm; So, so warm. 

I am finally settled and can hear the door swinging open and a little person talking, a child.... a boy... Sean?!

"Well, where are you then?" John bellows rudely.