Please Please Me * McLennon * DISCONTINUED

seven

My heart hadn't slowed down from yesterday.

The fight with Stu still coursed through my veins and the thought of having to meet Paul again today made me just as nervous.

Jones was considerably understanding and naieve about my black eye and let me have a few days off; thankfully. Of course this only enraged Stu that much more and i had earned another black eye. I felt like a fucking racoon. But as i drive through the city slowly, the radio playing songs softly as background music to my thoughts, and the prospect of visiting Mimi, i had finally calmed down slightly. I drive through the all too fimiliar streets of my childhood, remembering all the time i spent as a young lad at the 68-year-old's house.

Soon, i spot the dark, rough bricks of her house and the big tree on the nature strip out front. As i slow the car to a hault outside the house of my Aunt, i savour a few moments to watch her through the lounge window. She sat peacfully, a tea and saucer in her hand, simply enjoying the atomsphere around her. I smile and sigh, happy to see the white-haired, motherly lady again.

"Mimi?" I ask, calling through the house, as i open the door slightly ajar.

"John!" My aunt cries happily and a few long minites of silence later she waddles in sight of the front door. "My boy." She smiles and opens her fraile arms out widely. I walk into them, enjoying the tough embrace as she squeezes my sides tightly. She may seem fragile, but my aunt was one of the toughest people out there; and gave some of the roughest hugs.

"I'll make tea." She declares without question, already knowing that i definitely want tea.

"How 're yer, Mimi?" I ask, slipping into one of the kitchen table chairs as she waddles into the kitchen and begins to boil the kettle.

"Good good, but what does that matter?" She huffs and smirks at me. "I wanna know what yer've been up to." She cackles, pointing an accusing, twig-like finger at me. I laugh a little and the retrospect of the last few days already made me sick and uneasy.

"Well," i sigh, knowing i'd have to tell her exactly what i had been doing; she knew how to get information out of a stone. "Me job has been utter shit." I start off, earning a light-hearted scowl from her.

"Watch yer profanities." She mutters.

"Yer'll be lettin' me cuss after i tell yer." I say and her eyebrow raises quizzically.

"That so?"

"Well first off, yer might want to put yer glasses on." I say, biting my lip and handing her her glasses that were lying on the bench beside me. Her brow furrows and she takes the purple glasses from my hands. Hesitantly slipping them over her nose, she gasps once she finally sees my double black eyes.

"Holy shit." She breathes and i chuckle.

"Told yer." I say smugly and she takes my wrist dragging me into the lounge and sitting me down on the sofa.

"What the bloody 'ell did yer do?" She asks, leaning in to hear the juicey story.

"Yer gonna be 'ere a while." I warn and she waves her hand about, gesturing that she doesn't care.

So i tell her everything. About the beach job and Paul and Stu and Ringo punching me and the motel and my eyes and Jones until there's nothing else to tell, pretty much every single detail i could muster. My mouth even felt dry after talking for so long.

I told her everything, i always did. It's not like she'd tell anyone, or that she had ayone to tell who the information would be of value. She sits there in a few moments of silence, sipping at her tea. We had taken a break from my tale to go and pour the tea she had made.