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Jamie was singing softly as he made his way to Tomas’ house, clutching a bowlful of oranges, sent by his friend as a gift for his missus. “...you’re gonna hear electric music, solid walls of sound...” He was excited, if he was honest - still never managing to meet Libby properly despite his job on the farm. He was always knocking about at just the right time to have missed her entirely, but Tomas’ stories about the woman he loved were so vivid, so adoring, that Jamie couldn’t help but feel like he knew her a little bit - even though he hadn’t a clue. It made him want to know her, and when Tomas was looking for a volunteer to deliver his oranges, he hadn’t had to look far.
“...say, Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet? Ooh, but they're so spaced out, B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets...” Jamie took his time walking up the path, then stopped at the door, still humming as he knocked, calling, “Libby, are you at home? Tomas sent me round with a present for you. It’s Jamie - from the apothecary?”
And then he settled in to wait, butterflies in his stomach.
