'Girls!' I screamed. 'George wants to go home.'
That was all it took. Girls formed a huge circle of impenetrable protection around George and we slowly made the distance ot his car. We got him to the door of the car safely despite the reporters surrounding us. George made a dive into the car and locked the doors.
He rolled down his window to shout at me 'Thanks. Ringo's out next; help him.'
A reporter tried to punch George through the open window by reaching past Margo. She bit his arm.
'George, get the hell out of here!' I screamed.
He hastily put the windows up and drove off, disregarding reporters who tried to leap in front of his car.
We raced back beside the door. The minute Ringo appeared, we were all around him and moved him to his car. The reporters didn't het near him. He thanked us later, . . .
John had been watching from his window by folding back a corner of one of the pictures we had all put up. He gave Debbie a message for us. Debbie asked Margo into Apple's reception to tell her.
John thought we were wonderful. He said it reminded him of a movie where a group of people tied metal barrels upside down together. The people got into the barrels and moved together to get past killer shrews until they reached the ocean. The barrels kept them from being eaten alive by the wild animals. I had seen the movie and laughed at the analogy. It was the same. But the main part of John's message was that he was going to 'sit it out'. He would stay until the reporters left, so we did not have to wait for him to come out.
We decided to wait for him anyway, with or without reporters. We wanted to show him we loved and supported him. We waited.
Debbie, on her way home, whispered, 'John said you don't have to wait.'
'Debbie,' Margo smiled. 'We never have to wait. We want to.'
The reporters didn't wait long - no staying power. They started drifting off from 7 p.m. and were all gone by 10 o'clock. Shortly after, John and Yoko emerged. John looked pleased to see us.
'Are the vultures gone then?' he looked in both directions.
'Of course,' Sue-John laughed.
'Maybe they had another story,' I suggested.
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