Parenting Paul

Chapter 8: With A Little Help From A Friend

Paul at this time, flicked on his bedroom light, and walked over to his rotary phone and began dialing frantically as he continued to listen to Heather and Martha playing in the hallway. "Hello, this is Ringo Starr..." The phone said as Paul twirled his fingers through the locks of his raven black hair. "Ringo....it's Paul, I need to talk to you!" Paul spoke with worry as he sat down on the edge of the bed. "Sure, You alright?" Ringo asked with concern as Paul took some deep breaths. "This morning has been absolutely full of bollocks! I woke up, and this wealthy snotty man randomly dropped off a young girl here...and told me her mother wanted me to watch her!?" Paul began with continuing panic. "A young girl? What are you talking about Paul?" Ringo asked with misunderstanding as Paul bit his bottom lip. "Yes! She's like 5 years old, and her mother wants her to stay here! What should I do?!" Paul asked with frustration as he struggled to keep his voice down.

Ringo became silent as he thought about his answer, and listened to Paul vocalize his stress on the other end of the phone. "Alright, let's retrace your steps, what happened after yesterday morning's meeting?" Ringo asked, his voice remaining calm to maintain his composure to help bring Paul down to calmness. "I drank some whisky to relax, which is pretty much for the course these days , and then John came over to chat about things privately...." Paul responded with an exhale. "I see, did anything else happen?" Ringo asked with curiosity as Paul took a deep breath again. "Ummm....I went for a walk, and I bumped into Linda Eastman, apparently she's in England for a photography assignment...." Paul answered with his soft voice. "Ahh ... .yes, Linda, she was the photographer for the Sargent Pepper's launch party last year..." Ringo answered with understanding and intrigue. "Mhm...and then she spent the night...then, I woke up, she was gone, and Yoko was here to pick up John's glasses, and then all of a sudden...this little child gets dropped off!" Paul explained beginning to get frazzled again.

"Alright, Paul...please listen to me, I need you to do something....look around your bedroom, is there anything that wasn't there before?" Ringo asked as Paul listened and shifted his eyes back and forth. "Errm...umm....uh....no.."Paul replied with uncertainty as Ringo vocalized his understanding, but was not finished with his train of thoughts. "Keep looking....it might be something that appears ordinary." Ringo advised as Paul continued moving his eyes around. Suddenly, the pastel pink piece of paper that Linda had stuck onto Paul's bedside table caught his eyes.

"I found this sticky note, it's from Linda.." Paul soon answered, as he peeled it off the table so he could read it.

Dear Paul,

I feel so blessed that I've gotten to know you, even though our meetings have been brief. I hope you know that you're not alone, people care about you, and that you're important to people like me. Someday soon, you'll find that dreams do come true.
-Linda Eastman

"What does it say?" Ringo questioned as he waited for Paul to finish reading the note. "It was Linda, thanking me for letting her stay the night." Paul began as he put the note back on the table. "But, I wonder where she's gone?" Paul asked himself as he shifted his eyes around the room, and hung up the phone ignoring that Ringo was on the other end.