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up the habit.”
    â€œPlease call me Winston.”
    â€œOkay, Winston. You can call me Jane.”
    He furrowed his brow. “Friendly, aren’t you?”
    â€œNormally, no. Okay, so first question: where’d you go to college?”
    He looked at me as if he didn’t understand the question. “Excuse me?”
    â€œCollege?”

    â€œI thought…” He peered toward the two-way mirror and the video camera in the corner of the ceiling. “I thought I was making a statement — ”
    â€œYes. We’ll get to that. Right now I’d like to know where you went to college.”
    â€œOxford,” he stated without hesitation.
    â€œOxford.”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œWhat years did you attend?”
    He rubbed his forehead. “I went from 1964 until mid-1969.”
    â€œThe five-year plan is alive and well in England as well, eh? That’s kind of a staid college for a guy like you. Didn’t a lot of uptight prime ministers graduate from Oxford?”
    â€œI…I’m not sure…”
    â€œReally? I thought that was common knowledge — ”
    â€œYes, of course, you’re right. Quite right.”
    â€œJust because I’m an ugly American doesn’t mean I don’t know a little bit about the motherland. Getting back to Oxford — I know it screams British just like tea and crumpets, but you seem like a fellow who would prefer a more outside-the-box, liberal education. I mean, your pub is not exactly a religious experience unless you worship the Queen Mum.”
    He appeared baffled by my banter. “When can I begin my statement, Jane?”
    â€œIn a second. I need to cover some basics for them.” I gestured behind me toward the two-way glass. “Would you agree that you’re a guy who is more of a free spirit?”
    He looked flummoxed but he answered. “Yes. I would say that was true.”
    â€œAlways have been?”

    â€œYes. I don’t understand where this is — ”
    â€œIs that what drew you and Abbey together?”
    He was silent as a sad smile crept across his face. “Yes.”
    â€œWas she an English rose or a wild child of the ’60s?”
    â€œI would have to say the latter. England couldn’t contain her. She dreamed of hopping across the pond to America to find the freedom she longed for.”
    â€œAnd you? Did you want to experience America’s freedom?”
    His eyes strayed from mine. “Of course. Land of opportunity. I always wanted to experience it. I’d never been here.”
    I looked at him pensively. “When did you and Abbey meet?”
    â€œLate October of 1969.”
    â€œDid she take that photo of you crossing Abbey Road?”
    Winston looked slightly aghast. “Yes. She did. How did you — ”
    â€œIt was toppled over in your bedroom. You looked like a young John Lennon in that photo.”
    â€œThank you.”
    I looked at him. “Why’d you say thank you?”
    â€œI — ” He struggled. “I don’t know.”
    â€œObviously that observation doesn’t insult you, right?”
    â€œWhy would it insult me?”
    â€œOf course it doesn’t. You dress like John Lennon every year for the Halloween party at the pub. And you wear the same outfit at those parties that you wore in the Abbey Road photo.” I could see he was getting uncomfortable. “You liked John Lennon, didn’t you?”
    â€œYes,” he said carefully.
    â€œYou connected to him in some way. His tough childhood?” I looked at Gambrel’s eyes but he wasn’t relating
to that comment. “His free-thinking ideology?” He arched his eyebrow. Bingo . We had a winner. “Well, of course. That was Lennon’s draw for you. He represented an off-the-wall, British outlook you respected.”
    â€œQuite right,” he said nervously.
    â€œYeah. Quite right. Where were you born,