The Beatles Through History

Chapter 28

Ringo's POV

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"So you did decide to get a dog!" I smiled and kneeled down to the dog's level. 

"Ringo, ive had Martha for a few years now..." Paul said putting his arm around his wife.

"Oh, well, um, i just forgot..." I chuckled nervously. I had to tell him, i just had too. But i better learn names first. "Can i go lay down?" 

"Sure, in here."

Paul led me into a room and i laid down on it. I had to get a hold of somebody. What was i supposed to do here? I wish i knew. Where's Pete? Maybe i could get a hold of him, some how.

A knock came from the window. I sat up quickly and turned to look at it. Pete's face stared at me threw the glass. I opened the window and let him in.

"What now Pete?" I growled.

"Nothing, listen, this isn't my doings!"

"No?"

"No. Its some body i teamed up with, he turned on me. Now, i wish i never joined them. You have to help me. He's wanting you two do something."

"Thats what i thought. What is it?"

"He wants you too, get rid of Yoko."

"Yoko?"

"John's wife."

"How did he know all this?"

"I don't know, but this is orders and words from him. If i don't do as he says he will kill me, along with you all."

"Are you tellin' the truth?"

"Yes!"

"Then, how should i start?"

"Talk to John!"

"How? Just go up to him and say, 'John you cant be with Yoko...'?" 

"No. But i don't know."

"I don't want to hurt him. And if i do break their friendship, im out of the band."

"Its for his own good!"

"Can the others help?"

"I don't know."

"Ringo? What are you doing?" i heard Paul's voice from the other side of the door.

"Uh, just think out loud." I told him and whispered to Pete. "Come back tonight, at 9. Okay?"

"Okay, then we'll discus."

"Alright. Bye."

"Bye."

I shut the window and opened the door. Paul was leaning on the door frame.

"So, what do you think of the album?"

"Album?"

"The one we're doing in the studio."

"Oh! That album...um i think its gear."

"Gosh, i haven't heard that word in a while." Paul chuckled.

"No, i guess you haven't." I said. It just dawned on me that Paul was dressed differently then usual. No suit.

"So whats for supper?" i asked.

"What ever Linda decides to make."

"So, um, how have you been?"

"Same as usual." 

"Oh."

"Are you okay? Your acting a bit strange."

"Am i?" I looked up.