Chapter 7

Charity stood next to George until the taxi carrying John and Ringo was out of sight. Then she grabbed George's arm and started running while she dragged him behind her, stepping over the still unconscious Tara on the way.

"Where are we going?" asked George, confused.

"Quick! We need to get a telephone and call a cab!" answered Charity.

George still didn't understand, but he went along with it. They dashed into a nearby grocery store, where the grocer consented to let Charity use his phone. She called for a taxi to pick them up as soon as possible. Then she pulled George out the door again.

George tried again, "Why do we need a taxi? Where are we going?"

Charity flashed a smile at him and replied, "Well, my prize was to see Paulie. And if he's sick, then he really needs me! You understand, right?" She batted her eyelashes.

George looked baffled, hurt, and then his adorable smile broke across his face.

"Okay." he answered, "I understand!" It crossed his mind that Paul might not want this girl barging in , especially when he was ill, but another dazzling smile from Charity quieted his doubts.

The taxi arrived, and, encouraged by more eyelash movements from Charity, George gave the driver the address of the hotel the Beatles were staying at.

George was hurt that Charity didn't care about being with him, but he was to twitterpated to voice his sorrow.