Get It Straight, Or Say Good Night

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"Pay up, McLoser!" Louie slapped the cards down and smiled with pride at beating McDebtor at poker....

Again.....

For real money too.

"Louise double or nothing" Paul scratched his chin then bit down on the fingernail that he chews when he can't get a good lyric to fall on the page or get his own way or win poker "Com' on"

"No way. I need to start dinner"

"I'll go grab some fush and chumps" Paul watched over Louise while John was off taking Evie for her yearly appointment for her spleen problems. Lou wasn't particularly happy with the arrangement but she wasn't up to sitting about in a doctors surgery either.

"Why don't you go 'ave a bath. And Mal and I'll duck down the chippy if you won't let me win me lot back" Pouting but happy Paul stretched and rubbed his eyeball, grinning like a devil but finally, he frowned, as Lou gathered up her winnings, counting the pile loudly.

"Two hundred quid!!" Lou barked a laugh out "Here ya go ten pound for the tea and you've been a good lad so buy something for yourself with a fiver"

"Oh thank-you mummy. May I buy some lollies, perhaps a rock candy?"

"No, you'll get acne again"

"Piss off" Paul climbed off the couch and pulled Lou to her feet slowly, she was better but her leg and shoulder oft got tight and sore if she was remiss in her exercises that Doc Nate had made her undertake.

The accident was a few months over now but the slow burn that ate her joints at times made her want to be rather lazy and just forget the stretches and bends of the exercises, which infinitely made the merry go round of aches and pains, worse.

"When have I ever had acne"

"Remember the time that Dot bought a bag of chocolates and lollies over for the gang to share "You had the pox for a week, you did"

"Now I know you're lying"

"How so, Paul?" Louie grinned as she hung onto the door frame swinging back into the room, watching Paul cleaning up the deck of cards, shoving them in the caddy by the muted telly. Louie finally recalled the night completely as she watched him. He poked his tongue out smiling, her face fell slightly, knowing he would tease so she tried to put a cods wash on the conversation she had undeniably started "Don't tell me"

"Arrr but I will Louise Maybel Lennon" Paul walked over and proceeded to slow waltz Lou towards the bathroom, spinning her ever so slowly making her giggle as he made childish faces at her, tongue poking out or lots of teeth in an ugly grin. He had her smiling happily with nary a care in the world "You, my dear, sat and fed all the chocy olivers to Winston and I know for a fact over half the Cadbury roses slipped past your lips"

"Don't tell fibs James" but she was grinning, the night in question was so long ago yet so close. When they all had hours and hours to spend doing as they pleased, relaxing and smoking under the trees at Strawberry Fields and sitting round on the carpet in Jim McCartney's living room listening to the new forty fives that they shared.

Her eyes lit up as she recalled the images of how they sat in a circle and told crummy jokes or watched Johns personal matinee as he re-enacted a particularly funny scenario. Lou pouted "Oh but no one liked the strawberry ones, they were mostly strawberry weren't they 'cause they were off the factories faulty pile line, right?"

"And who had the acne?"

"More than likely you because you drink much too much sweet drinks" Louie heard Johns arrival home, the fans outside were muted a tad but still she could hear them squawking his name as he tumbled up the garden path from the motor.