Redemption

~52~

"Glorious day" John remarked as Paul passed him the reefer. Paul's pennant for weed was folklore now, it wasn't LSD and it most definitely wasn't Heroin but still John felt a small pang of guilt for partaking in the relaxing pleasure.

"Oh yeah, splendid"

And really it was only a small spliff, the thick end of one Paul had lit but had to crush before getting in the rental. No refunds for weed smells in motors apparently.

Both gazed off into the yonder, watching the trees undulating from the gentle breeze and birds lift from roosts in search of food and twigs for nesting. They were up on the ridge- alone this time.

Before it was a jostling of bodies for best views of the vista set out before them. An entrancing vision that had them all hugging it out before the footfalls back to the house began. Ringo and Linda were obviously vying for the 'Most Amounts of Film Used' Awards and George had tried to sit cross-legged meditating in the sun with John stood on one side and Paul on the other rudely offering new chants and mantras for George to immediately turndown. 'Wack off often for purity' being one of many to get dismissed.

It was peaceful, beautiful and for the first time in a long time just John and Paul. No wives or girlfriends, no bandmates- former or current, no family or roadies, no company executives or lawyers, definitely no hanger-oners or fans. Nope- just the two of 'em.

"Great party for the wedding, wasn't it" John drew in a short deep inhale of smoke and held it while Paul did the same "Bloody magic up here init"

"It's a pretty scene and the party was great, along with a pretty hostess"

With a nudge John pressed his shoulder into Paul "No perving"

"I love Issy, she's a great friend to Linda and I'm happy as the preverbal pig, or should I say ram in mud with my missus thank-you very much" Eyes cast outward Paul was content with his lot in life. Kids, wife of his dreams, beloved and wonderful, and his job was still fun, hectic yet fun. The grin he wore shone as a John picked up a few pebbles and juggled them in his hands. "You telling her soon?"

"Yeah being trying to. But the words tangle in my damn throat. What with the shooting and the general shit load of media and fan chaos. Should I invite her in to all that...and that being said, would she say 'yep Lennon I want all that crap that follows you about' "

"Hmmmm"

"Hmmmm....?"

"Yep Hmmmm"

"The wisdom falls from his mouth in waterfalls. Hmmmm- you had a lot more than Hmmmm to say about Yoko and, as I recall, Cyn as well. I recall a drunken grumbling bass playing chipmunk yelling repeatedly 'the baaaannnnds ruined with a married man in it'. Now all Isabelle gets is, what was it,... oh yeah- Hmmmm. Ta mate for all the pro-offered wisdom"

"Sally's nice. A good fit for your Jules" Without blinking Paul changed the subject. Leaning back against the rock they sat by, he craned his neck to see the lake situated below them and the sway of water as it swung to the east. John through his hands up in the air lamenting the unanswered question yet took Pauls cue and carried on regardless.

"His new single is a cracker" Clicking his fingers John wordlessly requested the spliff and took another drag.

He was mildly relaxed and the thought of Isabelle jumping in his hellish brand of fire lingered and he was being an idiot... A sigh escaped as he closed his eyes....She took whatever he said and accepted it, not that she was soft or daft but because she listened and understood his soft and daft self.

Paul clicked his fingers and John handed over the fairly meagre remains, they needed more to get any real rush but both hadn't bothered to procure it from Linda. "Yeah I know, he sent me a cassette"