The Beatles Through History

Chapter 19

John glanced quickly at Ringo. "What?"

"Hes not in there. Mike didn't even know who he was."

"Wait! Mike is here?"

Ringo nodded.

"Why is Mike here?"

"Uh, cos he lives here." Ringo said.

"Ringo! Lets go." John walked out the door and began to walk to Mimi's house.

"Where are ya going?" Ringo asked, catching up to him.

John turned quickly. "You go to George's and ill go find Pete." 

Ringo nodded. "What about myself?"

"Yeah. Go to yourself."

"Okay. That sounded weird." Ringo mumbled as he walked off to the bus stop.

John walked on in search of Pete.

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Ringo's POV

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I got onto the bus and sat down next to an older lady. She had a little girl with her as well.

"Hello." I smiled.

"Hello." The lady smiled.

"Im, Richard." I reached my hand out.

"Oh, hello. Im Louise, and this is Louise."

"Two, eh?" Ringo chuckled.

"Yes. We have a boy named Harold too."

"Are you expecting?"I asked.

"Yes." She looked at me.

"Sorry, i was just wondering...I..."

"its fine. Its any day now! And im so excited."

"Oh, nice."

"Mummy hasn't thought of a name for it yet."

"Do you know if its a boy or girl."

"No. We don't know." She nodded.

The bus stopped and the women stood up.

"Here let me help you." I offered.

"Thank you." Louise smiled.

"And you little lady." I smiled.

She giggled and hopped down.

"THank you, sir. Good bye!" She waved.

I began to walk the other direction to Dingle. I found my house and knocked on the door.

It just accured to me that i was some stranger, maybe i could pretend i was a lost relative...yeah!

The door opened and a boy about 9 answered the door. The kid was none other then me.

"Um, hello. Um, im a distant reletive...and um, just was visiting, and..."

"Richie, who?...Oh hello." My mother smiled. 

"Hello, i-"

"Your that lad from the hospital, aren't you?" She smiled.

"Um, yes." I nodded.

"Well, thats nice your out."

"Thanks. Same for your boy."

"Thank you. He's doing much better."

"How old is your boy?"

"Hes, my my. Oh yes, he's 8."

"Oh, nice. I didn't think a child could get my cold."