“What does that mean?” Mary pushed away to look at Eric.
“You used ‘let it be’ to bring the beast to life, right? And all that other stuff, like getting me out from under that pole. And making the angel.” He took a deep breath. “But not us. I was into you before that.”
“Yeah. I used to watch you in history class. I was afraid I wouldn’t be good enough for you, so I never dared to try talking to you. I was gonna take art next semester so we’d have another class together.”
Mary grinned. “I so totally wanna hear about this. But we need to get rid of the angel first.”
“It’s that Beatles song.”
“That what song?”
Eric laughed. “My dad said he used to sing it to make me go to sleep, when I was a baby. Let It Be. I bet it’s in there. ‘There will be an answer’.”
Mary shuddered. “I remember thinking that. A couple times, while I was finishing a sketch. How come I don’t know the song?”
“You probably heard it and forgot. I guess it came out when our grandparents were our age.” Eric shrugged. “Dad and Aunt Circe liked the Beatles, and she has her CDs here. Let’s go look for it.”
They went back inside, and Eric lifted the cushion beneath the CD player. He pulled out stacks of CDs and handed them to Mary, digging deeper until, “Aha! Got it! Here, let’s put the other ones back first.” Mary passed stacks back to Eric, until they were all put away. He replaced the cushion. “Let’s play this.” Eric turned on the CD player and inserted the disc. “Track 6. Let me know if it’s too much, okay?”
Mary nodded, and Eric pressed Play. She laughed at the opening lyrics, but was soon caught up. The refrain brought quiet tears to her eyes, but she let the song go on. Near the end, she gasped. “Eric! Stop!”
“What?” He paused the CD. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah. Can you back it up a little?”
“Sure.” Eric held the Back button, watching the numbers count back, then pressed Play again.
“That’s it!” Mary was already at the table, sketchpad open, pencil flying across the paper. She looked up and gave Eric a wild grin. “I’m baaaaack! Give me a few minutes, okay?”
“Okay. I need to go get whatever they’re handing out for supper, anyway.” He picked up a cooler. “I’ll be back in a few.”
By the time Eric returned, Mary was pacing outside the camper.
“They made rolls today!” he grinned, holding up a plastic bag. “And they gave Aunt Circe two cans of beer. She’ll like that.”
“Spam and green beans, too?”
Eric laughed. “How did you know? Did you draw it?”
“Nope, just guessed. Come look.” She took his wrist and pulled him inside.
“Do you think it’ll work?” Eric asked her.
“Only one way to find out,” she grinned, and kissed him with fervor.
They soon felt the gaze of the angel upon them, but there was also a glow, far brighter than the evening light. Mary looked up again. “Shine until tomorrow,” she said. “Then you go home.” She laughed.
“I guess we’ll have to be careful then,” said Eric. “About… you know.”
“Let it be!” said Mary. They laughed together.