#1978

One afternoon, Pattie Boyd was sitting alone in her and Eric Clapton’s mansion, Hurtwood Edge. She was reading a book, lost in thought. Eric was somewhere in the house, doing whatever he wanted. Until the phone rang. Pattie walked over, she knew it was George before she answered. Even though her and George split up a few years ago they were very close friends. Pattie answered the phone and heard George’s voice. Soft and a bit uneasy