Paul began thinking of a song in his head for his mysterious beauty.
Who knows how long I've loved you, you know I always will
Will I wait a lonely lifetime? If you want me to I will
For if I ever saw you, I didn't catch your name
But it never really mattered, I will always feel the same...
"Paul, you still got that picture you found?" Ringo said, snapping him out.
"Uh, no." He lied.
"Oh, then nevermind, I guess."
"Why d'you ask?"
"Can we see it? George and I might know who you ran into."
Paul pulled it out again and gave it to George.
"That's her!" Ringo said, pointing to the picture.
"It really is!"
"Who?" Paul asked, trying to look at the picture.
"Is this the girl you ran into?"
"I don't know, she ran so fast, I-"
"Well, unless she has some identical twin, that's Linda."
"Who?"
"Well, we got hungry and went to this cafe, and we met Linda."
"And Heather."
"Right, and Heather. That's her daughter." Ringo pulled out the picture of Linda's daughter, showing it to Paul.
"Daughter? She's married?"
"I got to talk a little before someone ran into her. Ahem, George."
George shrugged.
"And she was married. She's free as a bird."
"Great, but where is she?"
"Uh, don't know."
"Is there anything on the back?" John asked.
Paul flipped Linda's picture over, revealing things in blue ink.
Linda Eastman Photography
"So she's a photographer?"
"Considering she wanted to take pictures of our table, yes."
"So she's a single photographer with a daughter." John intruded.
"A very beautiful photographer with a daughter. I gotta find her now. I just have to."
