September 14, 1971
Liverpool, England
1720 Menlove Avenue
7:15 a.m.
I kissed Julian on the head, rubbing his hair affectionately. I sighed happily, "Isn't it such a magnificent day?" I was in a blissful daze after reading that letter from dad about 10 times. He released an album on my birthday. Not Yoko's, not his...but mine.
"Ew, coodies!" Julian wrinkled his nose.
I stuck the letter in front of his face, chirping giddily, "Daddy told me to give you a kiss!"
His eyes opened as wide as those alien spacecrafts they talked about in the free newspapers near the market. I laughed as he took the letter into his hands like it was the biggest diamond ever known by man. He looked up at me skeptically, "This isn't forged?"
"Duh!" I told him, sitting across from him at the dining table as I piled my books into my leather cross-body for school. Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching the dining room. It was probably mum. I quickly snatched the letter away and hid it under the table.
He protested, "Hey!"
"Shut up, mom's coming!" I hissed in a quick whisper. I slid it into my pocket slyly as my blond-headed mother came into the kitchen, dressed and ready for work.
My mom gave me a look as she walked to the kitchen, eying my pocket. "Lucy Julia Lennon, is there something you're hiding from me? There are no secrets in this house."
"No, mother," I rolled my eyes as I poured myself and Julian a glass of orange juice.
My mother narrowed her eyes and started in a grave tone, "Lu-"
I quickly glanced at the time and looked towards my mom, saying hurriedly as I rushed out of the kitchen to avoid a scolding, "Ohlooktimeforschoolloveyoumom...BYE!" I rushed down the cobblestone steps to see Rebecca Cliff and Jane Foster waiting for me, perched on top of their bicycles with their muscular ballerina bodies.
I swung my leg over my newly spray-painted gold bicycle, tightening the strap of my leather schoolbag and looking to my friends. "Hey guys."
"Hey, belated birthday girl," Jane winked energetically. It was a mystery how Jane fit into our crowd. She was a bubbly, outgoing, slightly ditzy blondie who's interests included pastel colors, her spot in the school newspaper's advice column, and anything but EVERYTHING girly. Thank God she didn't like the Beach Boys, because then there would really be a mystery on her hands. We put up with her anyway. Jane is one of the sweetest girls you've ever met, that's why she sometimes lets people step on her too much. That's why friends like us are here.
Rebecca rolled her eyes playfully, "So, did your dad make a stop while we were gone?"
"Kind of," My face curled into a grin as we slowly pedaled down my block.
Jane squealed, "Oh. My. Gosh!"
"No way!" Rebecca punched my arm. She never meant to punch hard, but she really does.
I winced, "Ouch!"
Rebecca rolled her eyes, "Come on, woman, tell us!"
"Fine, fine," I rolled my eyes as we turned a street corner, "Well, his new album came out the day of my birthday, he actually let it come out on my birthday!"
"What does that have to do with anything?" Jane raised an eyebrow as the wind pushed a strand of her platinum blond hair in her face, and she pushed it back.
"Let me talk," I continued, "So, he sent me the album and a letter. He was talking about how much he loved me, and how beautiful he thought I was! He told me to kiss Julian, and that I should talk to him through letters...isn't that so groovy?"
"Talk about groovy," Jane's eyes widened as they pulled over to school and leaned their bikes over on the fence in front of the regal building, locking them securely.
Rebecca furrowed her eyebrows, "Did he say anything about your mother?"
Suddenly, I was under the realization of how much I'd hurt my mother. I would be covering up to her that I would be writing letters to her ex-husband, the man who cheated on her.
