A Piece of My Heart

Part 6: "I'm Freddie F...... Mercury"

After showering, they dressed and went downstairs to the kitchen.

"So Freddie what would you like?"

Freddie smiled at her coyly.

"No, I mean what would you like to eat?"

Still smiling, he raised his eyebrows.

"Stop it" Cynthia yelled, "enough".

"What. Food. Would. You. Like?" She asked.

Freddie shrugged so she decided upon scrambled eggs, crumpets and bacon.

Freddie sat at the kitchen table, lit a cigarette and watched with amusement as this high-powered business women worked her magic. She sure knew her way around the kitchen. He was known to burn water. She set the table, started the coffee and sat down opposite him. Cynthia reached for him and held his hand and said, "you're quite something."

"Am I?" he responded. Before she could answer, the coffee pot beeped and the toaster popped.

"Freddie, could you please take the butter out of the fridge? I don't have any jelly."

"Fridge, jelly?" Freddie questioned

"You Brits, the refrigerator and the marmalade!" She took the crumpets (English muffins) out of the oven, the toast from the toaster and served the eggs and bacon. They were ravenous, after all, they both had quite a workout. After they finished, Cyn placed the dishes in the sink for her housekeeper.

"Come on Freddie, let's sit in the living room." They were not tired at all but still wondered what to do. She suggested cards, but Freddie shook his head.

"A vodka tonic?" Cynthia asked.

"Sure but a light one." Freddie replied

"Well, what's on your mind, what would you like to do?" Freddie looked towards the stairs and raised his eyebrows. Insatiable, she thought.

"I wish I had a scrabble set." Cyn said.

Freddie's head shot up, clapped his hands and said, "You're on."

With that, he ran to the hall, opened the closet on the right, reached up and found the scrabble set.

Cynthia looked at Freddie completely wide-eyed and bewildered. "Freddie how did you know where to find the scrabble set?"

Freddie looked up and said "Oh quite simple my dear, I own this flat."

"You...you own this?"

"Yes, and several others. Good investment. I never thought I would be enjoying the fruits of my labor in one of them."

They set up the scrabble board on a table in the living-room.

She paused for a moment, turned and looked deeply at him.

"Freddie, are you happy with the way your life turned out?"

That was a strange question to ask of somebody you just met even though having enjoyed an incredible sexual Olympic.

He stared at her and responded, surprising himself. He never admitted feelings to anyone. His whole life was one of privacy, but he wanted to talk to her, he felt strangely compelled to.

"You know, it's strange. I always knew that I was something special. I was born to be a performer, but honestly, not an ordinary one." Freddie said this without his usual arrogance. He was speaking from his heart. Surprising himself, baring his thoughts with a woman he just met today, it unsettled him but he felt free talking to her with unrestraint. My life now is one of privilege and excess. There is, of course, the fame and fortune and idolization of millions of fans and not having to answer to anyone and basically doing what I please. I'm sure it has to do with the fact that I was basically on my own since I was eight. My parents sent me thousands of miles away across the ocean to a boarding school in India. I don't think I ever fully came to terms with feeling abandoned. I only saw them once a year. I learned how to take care of myself very early on, and relied upon no one but myself. I knew I was unique and the world would come to see it, but the longing for family, closeness and love was always just beyond my grasp."