Parenting Paul

Chapter 28: Sticks and Tricks

Much to their misfortune, Alan Klein soon stepped into the studio, sneaking out from the back office. "What the bloody hell is happening here?" Alan questioned as he stood near the studio entrance while everyone else froze like statues. "I've got blisters on my fingers!" Heather soon retorted absent mindedly as she dropped Ringo's drum sticks onto the drums making them bang loudly. Alan remained silent yet stern and callous as he watched the young girl lean into Paul's chest with embarrassment. "McCartney......what is this little girl doing here?" Alan interrogated as Paul held Heather tightly with a very protective grip. "She's just having a tiny bit of craic.....leave her alone..." Paul buffered as Heather looked up at Alan with remorse. "Having this young child here is not professional by any means, what is it? Do you think that the rules don't apply to you huh?" Alan continued aggressively. "Alan....she's just a kid....lay off." John soon added in with concern making Alan swiftly turn towards the others. "Bite me Lennon...." Alan snarled as he turned back towards Paul and Heather who were watching with timidity. "What do you say, Macca? It's Monday ain't it not? This little brat should be in elementary school, not disrupting our important unfinished business, is that understood?!" Alan demanded as Paul lifted Heather off his lap and stood up out of his chair.

"I don't care what you say to me....." Paul began as he approached Alan closely as everyone in the room watched with tension and as Alan smirked at him grimacingly. "But don't EVER talk to a young child like that.....do you understand me!?" Paul barked angrily as Alan continued to glare at Paul up and down. "Listen here McCartney......if you're gonna act stupid then by all means do so....but do it on your own time....." Alan started to scold as the innocent Heather stood in the middle of the two men with her eyes widely glued to Paul. "Fuck you Klein" Paul whispered as he grabbed Heather by the hand, and pulled her towards the door as he grabbed Heather's drumsticks and tossed them at Alan with his other hand. "Fuck!!" Alan yelled as he grabbed his shoulder where he had been struck violently by the sticks.

Minutes after the heated exchange between Paul and Alan, the moral young girl who had unknowingly sparked the argument stood by the building door studying her caregiver with unease. The wind blew between Heather's straw hair as she silently watched Paul who stood by George's car smoking cigarettes disdainfully. "Mr. Paul..." Heather soon uttered as she continued to watch the harsh and cynical smoke bellow from Paul's mouth. "What..." he whispered bitterly as he placed the slender roll of cut tobacco enclosed within paper up to his lips. "I'm sorry about what happened......with your boss.." Heather whispered with remorse as she slowly approached him with her eyes glued to his cold demeanor. "He was an absolute arsehole.....nothing you or I could say could change that..." he soon answered with his voice gritty with frustrated smoke. "What are we gonna do now?" Heather soon asked as she stepped closer once more as he turned to her exposing her to the dark substance he had been soothing himself with

"I guess...I guess go back to the apartment..." Paul whispered as he grabbed Heather's tiny hand again, which made her smile. "That'd be nice!" Heather cheered as she nodded and they began to walk back to Paul's apartment. Once the two returned home, Rose Martin, who had been cleaning the apartment since they had left for Jane's the previous night, swiftly turned to the door as they entered. "Paulie!! My god, where on earth have you been!? I cooked tea and crumpets for supper, and waited all night for you....." She asked as Heather jumped onto the floor to play with Martha who had began licking her. "What does it have to do with you?" Paul soon answered as Rose walked up closer to him and looked at his damp clothes. "You look like you got hit by a bus.....why are your clothes soaking wet?" She asked as Paul looked at her with numb glossy eyes.