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It was Saturday. Lizzy got the chance to sleep until eight o'clock, before Ellie woke her up.

"Lizzy. It's morning! I want to draw a picture. Draw a picture with me Lizzy."

Lizzy yawned, and sat up in bed. Martha was, not surprisingly, still asleep.

"Are you sure you don't want to sleep some more?" Lizzy asked, hopefully. "You can sleep here, next to me."

Ellie shook her head. "No! I want to play."

Lizzy sighed. "Ok. But first, you have to eat breakfast."

Lizzy got up, and put on her slippers and her dressing gown.

She fixed Ellie her breakfast, and made herself a cup of tea. She sat down at the kitchen table, still not completely awake.

As soon as Ellie had eaten her breakfast, she got up to find her crayons. She sang a little song as she ran to her room. Lizzy cleared the table, and watched Ellie draw stars and flowers on blank sheets of paper.

That's when the telephone rang.

Lizzy hurried over to answer it.

"Lizzy thank God it's you. I need your help."

It was Laura, Lizzy's best friend.

"What it is?" Lizzy asked, suddenly alarmed. "Has something happened?"

Laura sighed. "Do you remember the guy I told you about? The one I had a date with last night?"

"I think so." Lizzy said. "The rich one, right?"

"Yes. To make a long story short, we went back to his place last night. We had a good time. Then, all of the sudden, when I woke up today, he asked me to get the hell out of here. Now he's locked up in his study, and I can't find my dress. You've got to help me. I'm hung-over, in my underwear, and I haven't got any money. Please. Bring me some clothes, and get on the bus."

Lizzy sighed. "Ok." She said. "I'm coming. Just give me the address."

When Lizzy got off the bus, she looked down at the little note where she had scribbled down the address. She found the house almost instantly. It was a very posh neighborhood, and by the look of the house, Lizzy could see that this guy obviously had money.

She walked around to the rear of the house, and saw Laura peeking out of a window.

She came out into the garden, as soon as she saw her friend. Laura was a miserable sight, wearing an oversized dressing gown. Her hair was a mess, and her face was smeared with make-up.

"Thank you so much! This is so embarrassing." She said, as Lizzy handed her a bag containing clothes. "You are officially the best friend ever."

"No worries. We stick up for each other. That's what friends are for. But you owe me one after this."

Laura giggled. "I do!" she said. "Just wait a second while I change, and talk to Charlie."

"You're talking to him?" Lizzy asked surprised. "The man kicked you out, and you're talking to him? I don't understand."

Laura giggled again. "We made up." She said. "It's ok now."

Lizzy sighed. "Are you serious? Do you mean that I came all the way out here for nothing?"

Laura smiled innocently. "Maybe" She said.

"I thought you really needed me Laura!" Lizzy said. She noticed how the tone in her voice had become irritated.

"I'm sorry. I'm coming with you now. Just give me a few minutes, ok?"

"Ok." Lizzy said. "I'm waiting for you."

She walked out of the garden, and stood on the pavement waiting. She was annoyed that she had gone through all the trouble of getting here, only to discover that Laura didn't really need her. She had plenty of things to do at home, and didn't like the idea of wasting a Saturday morning in Surrey.

As she stood there, the gate to the house next door opened. A little boy, maybe two years old, ran as fast as he could out of the little opening in the gate.

Then, everything happened so fast. The car speeding down the street, and the little boy, chasing his ball. The next thing Lizzy remembered was holding the little boy in a firm grip.

"Julian! Oh my God! Julian!"

A blonde woman came running out of the gate, towards Lizzy and the little boy. She lifted him up, and held him in his arms.

Julian looked confused, and started to cry.

Lizzy watched the woman, as she held her little boy in her arms. There was something strangely familiar with her.

Finally, the boy stopped crying. The woman put him down, and turned to Lizzy.

"You saved my sons life." She said. "If it hadn't been for you, he would have been dead."

The woman threw her arms around Lizzy. Then she noticed the started look on Lizzy's face, and started to laugh.

"You must think I'm crazy." She said. "In addition to the worst mother ever of course"

"I don't." Lizzy ensured her. "And they're so fast, it could happen to anybody."

The woman reached out her hand. "I'm Cynthia." She said.

Lizzy shook her hand. "I'm Lizzy."

In that moment, something clicked in her mind, and she realized who they were. She had read enough articles in Martha's Beatles-magazines to know that the woman standing in front of her, was none else than the wife of John Lennon, and the little boy she had saved, was his son, Julian.

"I was interviewing possible candidates to find a nanny for Julian." Cynthia said. One of them was about to leave, and I opened the gate. Before I knew it, Julian was gone."

An elderly woman showed up behind Cynthia at the gate.

"Is everything all right Mrs. Lennon?" she asked.

"Yes. Thank you for stopping by Mrs. Richardson. I'll get in touch with you." Cynthia said.

The old woman smiled, nodded, and disappeared down the street.

Cynthia lowered her voice. "It's impossible to find a suitable nanny." She mumbled.

"I have been recommended a lot of nannies, but they're all so old." She said. "It's a good thing they have experience, but Julian needs someone who can play with him in the garden, and follow him around."

Lizzy nodded. "That sounds reasonable." She said.

Cynthia smiled. "My husband thinks I'm hopeless for making such fuzz about it, but I just need to find the right one."

Lizzy smiled. "I completely understand." She said.

Lizzy leant down to talk to Julian.

"Are you OK Julian?" she asked.

"Yes." The little boy answered, and smiled shyly at her.

"My name is Lizzy." She said. "I'm very glad that you're OK. You have to promise me to be careful when you play near the streets. Can you do that?"

Julian nodded. "Yes." He said again.

"Good." Lizzy got up, and smiled to Cynthia.

"Thank you so much Lizzy." Cynthia said again. "We were so lucky that you were here. If there's anything I can do for you, just tell me."

Lizzy smiled. "It's ok. Don't worry about it. I'm just glad Julian is all right."

She turned around to go, when Cynthia called after her.

"Lizzy! This might sound stupid, but are you by any chance available for an interview? About the job as a nanny?"

Lizzy turned around. She went through the possibilities in her head. She could politely decline, or… She could let Cynthia interview her. For months she had been hoping, praying, waiting for something to happen. Waiting for a change. It didn't take long for her to make up her mind.

"Yes." She said. "Yes, I am."

Cynthia smiled. "Good." She said. "You better come inside then." She gestured towards the gate.

Lizzy smiled, as she followed her. Maybe this Saturday morning wasn't wasted after all?