George was doing something with Ringo. I was trying to keep my distance from Paul. Mary Bee was off doing God-knows-what with that married man. I was alone in the cottage...so I called Jane.
I held the phone in my hand for an eternity before I got up the nerve to actually dial the number, terrified that someone other than her would answer. This was rather irrational, considering no one would think anything strange of me phoning her, but...even so. However, fate seemed to like me that day--she answered.
"Jane? It's me...you want to come by?"