Chapter 25

Time has gone by so fast since being with Paul. It’s seems like only yesterday, I was meeting him and falling so quickly in love with him. Now we’re on to our second Christmas together.
“Can you believe we’ve been together for about two years now?” I asked Paul as he was packing. He looked up at me and smiled.
“Yeah, I can,” he said, “It’s been the best years of me life,” he said reaching over and touching my hand. I smiled.
“Me too,” I responded, and it had. I’ve never been this happy before. Even through Paul and my tough times (which there really weren’t that many now that we were officially together, it was mostly before), I was still more than happy because I was so in love with him, “So how many days are we able to stay again?” I asked switching the subject.
“Well, I need to be back the 29th, so about a week,” he said and I nodded. Suddenly he laughed.
“What are you laughing at?” I asked. He shook his head.
“A week with you’re family….it’s going to be great,” he said laughing still. I pouted.
“Hey, I can’t help it,” I said. He walked over to me and put his arms around my waist.
“Oh, love, I’m not knocking them. I think they’re fab! Especially your mum,” he said laughing again, and I had to smile thinking of her. Paul was probably going to experience the Space Needle while we were there, “I just hope your dad likes me. I didn’t meet him last time,” he said.
“Oh I’m sure he will. What’s not to like?” I said. He smiled.
“Oh, you know, there is the fact that I do drugs….” He said rather seriously, “Most adults aren’t really to keen on that,” I shook my head and kissed him.
“You’ll be fine. That’s only one part of you; he won’t judge you by that.” He said. Paul raised his eyebrows.
“Are you sure?” he asked doubting me. I shrugged.
“Well, maybe at first he will, but after he gets to know you, he’ll love you,” Paul half smiled, “Don’t be nervous sweetie, you’ll do fine.” I said kissing him again.
“I hope so,” he said. We finished packing and Mal drove Paul and I to the airport. We wore our usual disguises so we wouldn’t get bothered by fans or an interview like last time we went somewhere. It was a pretty lengthy flight to Seattle from London, and I wasn’t one bit tired. Paul on the other hand, fell asleep. Whether he was tired or not, I don’t know. He always seemed to be able to fall asleep no matter what time of day it was, or how many hours of sleep he had gotten. I spent my time gazing out the window looking over at the ocean. I loved the view from airplanes; everything was so small yet big at the same time, making it breathtaking. It was a couple hours into the flight and Paul was still sleeping. I had to use the bathroom so I carefully slipped past Paul and began walking towards the back of the plane. On my way back to the bathroom, I stopped. Slowly I continued down the aisle. Sitting only a few rows behind Paul and me was Jane Asher. I’d never seen her in person before, but I knew it was her. The red shoulder length hair, her face…..She was much more beautiful in person than in the photos I had seen. I made my way to the bathroom without drawing attention to myself. For some reason or other I felt completely awkward. Had she seen us already? I finished up and headed back to my seat, not glancing over at her. As I slipped past Paul once more, he awoke. He looked over at me and smiled.
“Hey,” he said stretching. I smiled.
“Hey, good sleep?” I asked him. He nodded.
“Yeah, it was alright. Have to use the loo though,” he said looking around. My heart began to beat. I didn’t want him to see her, for I was afraid thoughts of missing her would enter his head, “Are you alright love?” Paul suddenly asked me. I shook my head to get out of my trance.
“Yeah, why do you ask?”
“You seem disturbed,” he said, and then smiled, “I’m only going to the bathroom love; I’ll be right back. I promise,” I laughed.
“It’s not that,” I said. He stopped smiling.
“So it is something then?” I shrugged not knowing if I wanted to tell him. Maybe he wouldn’t see her at all, even though she was hard to miss.
“I don’t know,” I said, “Just go to the bathroom. I’m fine,” I smiled. Paul shook his head.
“I can hold it. Now, let’s have it,” he said taking my hand. I glanced back towards Jane. She was looking out the window. I turned back to Paul.
“Is that Jane?” I asked quietly. He looked puzzled.
“Is what Jane?” he asked. I glanced again her way.
“Right there, is that her?” I asked again. Confused yet, Paul turned his head to look and his face suddenly changed. He turned back to me.
“Yeah, that’s her,” he said, looking straight ahead. The expression on his face was something that I didn’t want to see, yet expected. It was a look that said he didn’t want to see her, and he didn’t want her to see him. But I suppose I’d react the same way if I saw Davy again after all this time.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to point her out,” I said. He turned to look at me.
“There’s nothing to be sorry for,” he said, still holding onto my hand, thankfully. At least he didn’t pretend like he didn’t know me.
“Well, you’re bothered now obviously,” I said. He smiled.
“I’m not really bothered,” He said, “I know what you’re thinking, and it’s not true.” “What do you mean?” I asked and he continued to smile.
“It’s just awkward because I haven’t seen her in about 4 years. I just don’t know what I’d say to her if she saw me. It has nothing to do with you…” he said kissing my cheek.
“I never said it did,” Paul laughed.
“Yes, but I know you. I know things, even when you don’t say them,” he said smiling, “That is why you were bothered. You thought if I saw her I’d miss her or something and not want to be seen with you. Am I right?” he asked. I scrunched my nose. I hated how he knew me so well, that he was always right.
“Maybe,” I said and he laughed.
“Maybe? No, I am,” he said and I smiled.
“So, why wouldn’t I think that? You were with her a long time and, and, she’s gorgeous,” I said looking back at her. He looked back along with me and scrunched his nose this time shaking his head.
“She’s attractive yes; I won’t lie, but not like you. You, darling, are gorgeous, and besides, I love you. It doesn’t matter how long I was with her--you don’t love Davy still do you? You were with him for 3 years…” I smiled and kissed him.
“That’s true,” I said and he laughed, nodding.
“Well, I really have to go now, I’ll be back,” he said. I laughed.
“Oh yes, I forgot you had to go to the bathroom,” I said and he nodded leaving his chair. I watched him as he made his way back to the bathroom, and noticed Jane look over at him as he passed. She smiled at him as he was also looking her way. He smiled in return, and continued to the bathroom. I turned myself back around and looked out the window once more.
“Hello Paul, good to see you,” I heard a voice say.
“’Ello Jane, same to you,” I heard Paul respond. I turned to look, and Paul had taken a seat next to Jane and they were talking. I smiled to myself, but couldn’t help feel jealous. So this is what Paul was feeling all those times I’d talk to Davy or about him? I looked down at my watch, and it had only been 4 hours; we still had 3 and a half left to go. I rested my head back on the chair, hoping I would fall asleep. Not out of tiredness, but of pure boredom. I closed my eyes just as the seat next to me moved. I opened them to see Paul sitting next to me.
“So how was that?” I asked. He smiled.
“Fine, not as bad as I thought,” he said, “Come back here,”
“Where?”
“Back to Jane, I want to introduce you,”
“What? Paul, I’d feel weird,” I told him. He laughed.
“She said you are beautiful, you know,” he told me. I lifted my head up.
“What?” I asked. He nodded.
“Yeah, she said that you are really beautiful and that we really make a good match,”
“Really? She said that?” I asked, for some reason surprised. He laughed.
“Yeah, why is that so hard to believe? It’s the truth,”
“I don’t know,”
“You’re a silly girl,” he said smiling and kissing me, this time on the mouth. Afterwards, I smiled.
“That was nice,” I said and Paul grinned.
“Yeah, I kinda liked it too,” he said kissing me again, “Now come ‘ead,” he said motioning his head back towards Jane. I sighed and stood up. Paul took my hand and I followed back next to Jane. She smiled up at me.
“Hello,” she said politely.
“Jane, this is Olivia,” Paul introduced, “Olivia, Jane,”
“Hi, it’s nice to meet you,” I said smiling. Paul beamed as he watched me.
“Same to you, I’ve seen you on all sorts of things. It’s nice to finally meet the love of Paul’s life,” she said smiling and glancing between Paul and I. I smiled weakly. This was so awkward, but she was incredibly nice. I wondered why Paul wanted to introduce us. I mean, who knows if it would hurt Jane? She was an actress; she could easily be faking her content ness. But still, who wants to introduce their current and ex?
“You’re a wonderful actress,” I told her. She smiled.
“You think so?”
“Yeah, I’ve wanted to be an actress for so long, but, it never worked out,” I said and she smiled.
“I’m sorry about that, but you are a wonderful musician,” she complimented me. I smiled.
“I’ve been trying to tell her that forever,” Paul chirped in, still beaming. I was wondering if he was doing this to slightly shove it in her face—you know, show that he’s not sad and lonely without her—he’s actually moved on and fallen in love. We talked just a few more minutes and Paul and I went up back to our original spots. I was able to fall asleep and when I awoke we were in Seattle, Washington. Paul and I got up, and he began pulling the bags out of the upper compartment, for the people around us. He was such a gentleman. Someone had placed a rather large bag in there, and it was stuck, so Paul was having quite and time, not to mention ours was behind that one. So either way, it had to come out somehow.
“I’m sorry, Mr. McCartney,” I heard an older woman say. Paul looked down at her and smiled.
“Oh, ma’am don’t worry, we’ll get it,” he said tugging once more. A little girl of about, 13 peeked around the older lady. I smiled and tapped Paul slightly. He looked over at me and I pointed to the girl peering at him. He smiled, and paused from the suitcases for a moment, “Hello there, what’s your name?” he asked her, and her eyes grew big like ‘are you talking to me?’
“Samantha,” she replied. The older woman smiled.
“This is my grand daughter; she’s a big fan of yours. Been trying to get to your concerts for a long time,” she said. Paul smiled as the girl nodded. Normally people would be going insane for holding up the line like this, but because Paul was a Beatle, no body minded. Plus, he was helping others out.
“Well, I’m sorry you’ve not been able to make it,” Paul said noticing a Polaroid camera in the girl’s hand, “I have an idea,” he said holding up his finger.
“What’s that?” Samantha asked coming out from behind her grandma and standing in front of her.
“How bout you take a picture with that, and I’ll sign it for you,” he suggested.
“Oh could I? You’d let me?” she asked excited. Paul laughed.
“Of course!” he said and the girl giggled. She held up her camera.
“How would you like it?” Paul asked her.
“Pretend to get the case out,” she told him. He nodded and, being Paul, he put on a big muscular looking face as he pretended to pull the bag from the cabinet. The people on the plane laughed, as did I. He was such a dork, but I loved him, and his fans loved him. The camera snapped the picture and spit it out. As it dried, Paul finally got the case out and everyone cheered. Paul bowed and set it next to the lady and her grand daughter, then retrieved our own.
“Here,” the girl said holding out the dried picture. I looked at it as Paul signed and laughed. He looked up at me.
“Hey….” he whined, knowing I was laughing at his pose. I rubbed his softly and he just laughed. He gave it back to Samantha, who said her thanks. He stood up, my arm still around him.
“Anytime,” he said winking at her. He turned picked our case, took my hand, and we made our way out of the plane where a police car was waiting for us. The officer approached us.
“Hello, Mr. McCartney, Miss Newton,” I smiled and so did Paul. The officer led us to the car as a bunch of girls spotted us. We made it in on time and the car drove off towards my house. Paul was quiet the whole way there, just staring out the window. I took his hand and he looked over to me and smiled. It didn’t take long before we were there, and Paul and I were getting our luggage out of the car.
“Thank you very much, sir,” Paul said to the police man. The guy smiled.
“It’s our pleasure, Mr. McCartney,” he said and Paul smiled.
“Have a Happy Christmas,” he told the man. This seemed unexpected by the cop and he smiled genuinely.
“Thank you very very much. You also have a pleasant Christmas,” he said. Paul nodded and he drove off.
“Here we go,” Paul kidded as he lifted up our suitcases and headed for my front door. I laughed. I opened the door for him and he walked in, “Thanks love,”
“Yep,” I said following him in, “Hello?” I yelled.
“Ah! Olivia! Olivia!” I heard my mom’s voice. Paul laughed and I shook my head. She peered around the corner and ran over to hug me.
“Merry Christmas mom,” I said smiling.
“Well yes, you too! I haven’t seen you in ages,” she said, turning to Paul.
“Well hello there handsome!” she said hugging him. He dropped the suitcases and laughed as he returned her embrace.
“Hello, Mrs. Newton,” he said politely. She hit him on the shoulder and my mouth dropped with shock.
“Mom!” I said and Paul laughed, slightly confused and shocked himself.
“Well, he can call me Carol,” she said to me, then turned back to Paul, “I told you that last time. Silly,” she said and I laughed.
“You remember me?” Paul asked her obviously surprised.
“Oh of course! How could I forget? It was that time Olivia and Davy-”
“Mom!” I said loudly before she could finish. I knew exactly what was coming. Paul burst out laughing.
“Well, I was only going to say,”
“I know what you were going to say. And it’s not needed,” I said. Paul continued to smile. My mom rolled her eyes.
“Well, come in! Come in! No need to stand in the doorway,” she told us.
“Where should I put these?” Paul asked, turning to me.
“Mom, are Paul and I staying in my old room?” I asked her not sure where the other family was going. My mom turned back to us.
“Oh yes, honey,” she said, and then smirked a bit. I was about to ask her what, but I was pretty sure I knew and kept quiet.
“Alright, well, I’m going to put these upstairs. I think I remember where your room is,” Paul said to me.
“I’ll come with you,” I told him and he smiled. We began heading up the stairs, when my mom stopped us.
“Wait! Paul, I have something for you,” she said. Paul looked at me and I shrugged.
“For me?” he asked.
“Yes, hold on.” My mom said leaving the room. She came back with a red and green sweater. I giggled to myself. Paul looked back at me confused, “I made this for you,” she said. Paul set the suitcases down on the stair, walking down to my mom.
“You made this?”
“Yes, it took me weeks,” she said unfolding it and holding it up to Paul, “Ah yes, perfect fit.” Paul looked down at it and I turned my body so I could see the front. On the sweater, she knitted a picture of a Christmas tree with four little beetles on it. I laughed and so did Paul.
“Well, uh, thank you… Carol. This is wonderful,” he said still smiling. She nodded.
“I made three others for your friends too,” she said, handing Paul the three other sweaters for John, George, and Ringo. Paul laughed again.
“Oh, the lads’ll love ’em! We’ll all wear them at the same time,” he kidded and my mom’s eyes grew big.
“Yes! That’s a great idea! Take a picture and send one to me, will you Olivia?” she asked me. Through giggles I nodded my head.
“Thank you again,” he said taking the sweater.
“Now go put it on, and come back down. Suppers almost ready and your dad will be here any minute,” she said leaving. Paul and I headed upstairs and into my room.
“Sorry,” I said laughing. Paul shook his head as he took off his suit coat.
“No, this is fantastic!” he said slipping the sweater on over his shirt. I laughed once he had it on.
“You look so cute,” I said giggling. He smiled.
“Cute enough to kiss?” he asked coming towards me.
“Oh yeah,” I said kissing him. We embraced and kissed deeper, but it only lasted a few minutes, because Fig burst through the door.
“Olivia! Eww, what were you doing?” he asked taking a step back. Paul laughed and I smiled.
“Kissing Paul,” I told him. He made a face.
“Eww,” he said again.
“Oh, come here and give me a hug,” I told him laughing. He did so and turned to hug Paul too.
“I like you better than Davy,” he said. Paul raised his eyebrows and laughed.
“But you don’t even know me,” he said.
“Yes I do. Trust me,” Fig replied somewhat creepy like and ran out of the room.
“That was weird,” I said. Paul laughed.
“Yes, but that’s your brother,” he said and I slugged him lightly. I heard my dad come in and Paul’s face suddenly changed to a more serious look.
“Paul it’s alright,” I said. He smiled and we left the room heading downstairs.
“There’s my little girl!” My dad said grabbing me into a bear hug. I smiled.
“Hi dad!” I said in return. He let go of me and looked to Paul, who smiled shyly. I walked over and took his hand, giving him a little squeeze to say it’s alright.
“Dad, this is Paul,” I said, “McCartney,” I finished even though I’m sure he already knew, “He was here before, but you weren’t. Paul, this is my dad, Richard.” I said. My dad smiled and held out his hand. Paul shook it smiling.
“Nice to meet you sir,” he said, and I smiled at Paul’s politeness. My dad laughed.
“No need to call me sir, son. Rick will do.” He said and Paul laughed nervously.
“Ta, Rick,” he nodded in response. My dad looked down at Paul’s sweater.
“Nice sweater Paul,” he said raising his eyebrows. Paul laughed.
“Ah yes, Carol made it for me.” He said looking down at me. I smiled and my dad laughed rolling his eyes. It was weird seeing him happy, when him and my mom were no longer together…..who knows, maybe things were changing?
“Figures,” he said, “If you’ll excuse me, I need to make a phone call,” he said.
“No problem,” Paul replied and my dad left.
“See, that wasn’t so bad,” I whispered to Paul as we walked into the empty living room. Paul smiled.
“Yeah, I suppose. But he hasn’t done the dad thing yet of asking me questions and all that sort,” he said, “Dad’s are always like that over their daughters,” he said.
“Oh, he may not even do that,” I said, “Just stop thinking about it,” We headed into the kitchen where my mom was cooking and Fig was eating something or other. Tom and Phil arrived later that evening, right before dinner was served. Paul had already met Tom, but Phil was new to him. Phil didn’t seem to take too kindly to Paul--but that was Phil towards anyone.
“So, what makes you think you’re good for my sister?” he suddenly asked at the dinner table. I looked up and glared at him. Paul saw me glare and touched my hand lightly. I looked at him and he smiled, turning back to Phil.
“For starters, I love her, more than anything,” Paul began.
“Oh, that’s so sweet!” my mom said touching her heart. I smiled and I could see Paul trying to contain himself as he continued.
“I plan to be with her whenever I can, take good care of her, and mostly, just love her and make sure she’s always happy,” Paul finished and I squeezed his hand.
“But you’re gone all the time, on tour and stuff. What then?” Phil said.
“Actually, we aren’t touring anymore--so I’m home at lot more than before. Besides, she came with us on those,” he said. Phil nodded.
“Well, I don’t really follow up on that stuff. Not really a fan of yours,” he said frankly.
“Phil!” My mom said sternly at him, “Don’t be rude!” Paul smiled.
“Don’t worry about it Carol, its fine. I understand not everybody likes our style of music. It’s not a problem,” he said shrugging and taking a drink of milk. My mom smiled at him.
“You are such a nice boy, I think you’re perfect for my daughter,” she said. I smiled and so did Paul.
“Me too,” said Tom smiling. Paul and I smiled in return.
“Ta,” Paul replied in is English jargon.
“Ta?” Fig asked. Paul laughed slightly.
“That’s right…it means thanks or goodbye back over in England,” he explained.
“Cool!” Fig said excitedly. Phil continued to stare at Paul.
“What about drugs? Aren’t you a pot smoker?” Phil asked next, and I was getting really annoyed. This time my dad looked up at Paul and I could see the nervousness in Paul’s face suddenly. There really wasn’t a way to make this better.
“Who cares about that Phil, he doesn’t do it all the time,” I snapped.
“But you do, do it don’t you? It’s illegal son,” My dad said. Paul swallowed and nodded.
“Yes, sir, I mean Rick, I know that, and-”
“So why do you keep doing it? You must know my sister doesn’t like it,” Phil said. I glared at him again.
“Yes I know that, and uh, well, it, um,” Paul stopped and took another drink.
“You know what, Paul, don’t even finish.” I said and he looked over at me, as did my dad and Phil obviously curious to what Paul was going to say.
“Don’t finish?” Paul asked me.
“No. You don’t have to explain. Yes, I don’t like drugs, but it’s only a tiny tiny part of who Paul is, and he doesn’t use them as often as the media and such says. He’s getting better. Plus, he’s really responsible about it. Most importantly, I love him anyway, and will always love him, so there’s no need to grill him about it. You’re only causing trouble and awkwardness,” I said and I saw Paul looking at me. I turned to face him and he smiled sweetly as if saying, ‘thank you’. He mouthed the words I love you, and turned back to dinner. The rest of the night things were pretty normal. The rest of my family didn’t come till the next day, and they all loved Paul. Just as I thought they would. No body really treated him as a music star, and I think he really liked that. In fact, I know he did. We had a wonderful Christmas, and towards the end Phil brought me aside saying that Paul was the one. Which was a lot coming from Phil. My dad even admitted to really liking him. “Quite a guy you got there,” is what he said exactly. Paul got less nervous as the week went by, finally being his normal weird self, fitting in perfect with my family. He also thoroughly enjoyed himself during our trip to the Space Needle for the annual Spaghetti Dinner with my mom. We didn’t attempt to do any funny business in bed, except a few kisses and such, nothing more, because we knew if my mom heard it, she’d make known to the rest of the family what had happened. Paul thought it would be funny at first and tried to convince me, but we both agreed that as funny as it would be, we didn’t really want it—especially on Paul’s first visit here. We flew out of Seattle early morning on the 29th being back in London late afternoon.
“It’s good to be back!” I said falling back onto our bed. Paul laughed and fell next to me.
“Yeah, but you’re family is great. They really are,” he said leaning on his elbow and facing me. I smiled and turned on my side towards him.
“I’m glad you liked them. I loved your family too,” I said and he smiled.
“But they aren’t as fun as yours,” he said. I laughed.
“What?! Yes they are! I love your dad, he’s so nice, and your Aunt Gin? She’s a hoot!” I said and he laughed, “I loved them all,”
“I suppose,” he said taking me in his arms, “We both have wonderful families,”
“Yes we do,” I said.
“Do you want to come with me tonight?” Paul asked suddenly.
“Where to?” I asked.
“The studio,”
“You what? What about your pact? I don’t want to interfere with anything…” I said. He smiled.
“Ah, you won’t. I’m going to be by me self, so you can come too,” he told me.
“By yourself?”
“Yeah, I’m going to put down the backing track to ‘Penny Lane’,”
“Oh, well, I’d love to come and watch you work--you’re sure it’s not going to be a problem? I don’t want you to get in trouble…” I said and Paul laughed, kissing me.
“It’ll be fine. It’s just me and you, plus, I wouldn’t get in trouble anyway. They all love you,” he said and I smiled, “and if they did yell at me, I’d just tell them to bugger off,”
“Alright, but can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” he said nodding.
“What is that?” I said pointing to his mouth.
“What is what?” he asked looking down, going cross eyed as he tried to look to where I was pointing.
“Are you growing a mustache?” I asked making a little face. I had noticed the last few days that he hasn’t been shaving above his lip, and little whiskers were already forming. He smiled.
“Yeah, you like?” he asked. I laughed.
“So far yes. I’ve seen you like this before, but a full mustache? What made you want to do that?”
“Me scar,” he said.
“What about it?”
“It’s kinda gross looking right now. So, I’m going to grow a mustache to cover it.” He said.
“Oh, good idea,” I said. He smiled.
“Ta. What do you think about one of those really long Chinese ones? Wouldn’t that be gear?” he asked and I knew the he was, unfortunately--serious. I made another face.
“Um, no, that would not be gear,” I said and he pouted, “Paul, you aren’t Chinese,” “Really? I’m not?” he asked being sarcastic and faking a confused look. I laughed.
“Ah, bugger off,” I said and he laughed along with me.
“So you don’t think it would look good?” I shook my head.
“No, sorry. Just grow a regular one. You’ll look more like a cowboy then,” I said, smiling. Paul shook his head and laughed slightly.
“Hey now, I’m not a cowboy,”
“Oh, but you wanna be,” I said. He pouted.
“So, I can’t help it. I think cowboys are fab. All tough, riding horses, all the works,” he said and I laughed.
“It doesn’t matter if you want to be one--I think you make a cute cowboy. The cutest I’ve ever seen,”
“Thanks love, you’d make a cute cowgirl, you know,” he informed me and I laughed.
“I don’t think so,”
“Sure! You could wear one of me cowboy hats and we’ll buy you some boots, and some good ‘ol cowgirl attire. It’ll be great! A couple horses….” he said laughing.
“Maybe, some day.” I said, not really minding the horse part.
“Alright, it’s a deal. And you know I’m going to hold you to it,” he said sitting up, and pointing at me. I rolled my eyes as I mocked him. He tickled me as I laughed, “Come ‘ed, let’s go get this ‘Penny Lane’ thing done.” He said and I followed him out the door as we drove to the studio. It was really fun being in there while he worked. I loved watching him do, what he does best. Write, sing, and play music. He was so talented; he could play almost any instrument, and good too I might add, and his voice could do a multitude of things. He was probably the most talented man, or person, that I have ever known or met. Paul ended up working until 2:15am, me still watching, singing along sometimes for a joke. The song was turning out great so far. We went home at 2:30am and went right to bed, whipped from flying and being in the studio for hours and hours. It only took about 4 more days and Paul’s mustache was nice and full. At first I wasn’t quite used to it, but he looked good all the same. Paul gave the others the sweaters my mother had made them, making them all fall into laughter. They put them all on at the same time, and as my mom asked, I took a picture and sent it to her. She loved it. The Beatles stayed busy working on Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band (Paul’s idea), and Paul and I started going back on our romantic dinners and get-a-ways. We finally bought furniture for the farm spent quite a bit of time there decorating and making it homey.

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