Chapter 76

By the time they were ready to leave for New York on Monday morning, still under cover of darkness, Ben had gotten over his ire. Lennon had not, but Lennon hadn’t ever been good at getting over his own errors. Ben could now sit back and admire the aplomb with which Lennon had responded to the intrusion.

What must it have been like to turn into someone who could expect to get interrupted like that, at any time? Ben couldn’t imagine that kind of fame. It wasn’t rock-star fame, not unless one was particularly obsessive about business or technology. It was, however, fame. When they’d been together the first time Lennon had always been shy and retiring. Now he was able to accept reporters wandering up to him in restaurants, even late at night.