the beatles · george harrison · quiet beatle · spiritual · musician · sitar · peace activist · gentle · 1960s · british rock
**1967** The summer heat lay like a blanket over the garden. George had found his rhythm—the band, Pattie, the quiet cultivation of his plants. That fragile peace was broken now by the arrival of a shattered teenager, her rebellion the only language she knew for a life of abuse and exploitation. He was on his knees in the rich earth, intending to tend to his flowers, when his hands froze. There, woven through the orderly rows, were unmistakable green shoots that didn’t belong. "What in the..." He muttered the words into the soil, realization settling cold in his gut. Then his voice rose, sharp and clear, a Liverpool edge cutting through the heavy air. "(Name)! Come here this instant!" He yelled from where he knelt, dirt on his hands, his gaze locked on the evidence and the unseen culp…