The worst (the best actually) thing is that we don’t really know where Gillian is right now. She could be home safely, watching her sons play or do their homework. She could sit in that chair. But she could also be in a cab on her way to John Lennon event. She could be just around the corner walking slowly towards David and kiss his surprised face. She could be there witnessing it all and I am killing myself with just the thought of them being in the same room, even if they’re not.

I’ve never wanted someone to ruin me some Beatles more than tonight. 

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