~Ivy
"Mum?" Bridget asked.
"Yeah?" I said letting my american accent flourish.
"Who's the lady?" She asked quietly pointing at Mrs. Starkey.
"She's your grandmother," I said.
"Do you like her?" She asked.
"Bridget, Don't point! It's rude," Mrs. Starkey said.
"I feel the same way you do," I said poking her stomach.
"OH!" She giggled, "Where's Cornelius?" She asked. She got up, and ran into the other room, and came back on her tricycle with Corn, The picture Willy gave her, and Nick the penny in the basket. She bumped into the wall, and hit her head.
"Ow," She said plainly.
"OH MY SWEET GRANDCHILD! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" Mrs. Starkey yelled running over, and picking her up.
"I think I was," She said sadly.
"Good, now let's go get a cookie." She said trying to take Bridget's hand.
"I don't want to go with you," Bridget said taking her hand out of Elsie's.
"And why not?" She looked hurt.
"I don't like you, and neither does Mommy." She said with an american accent.
"Alright," She said, she left the room, and walked to her room she was staying in.
"Where'd Mum go?" Ringo asked as he walked in the room.
"Well, Bridget spoke her mind about how she felt about her," I said.
"What all did she say?" He asked as Bridget got back on the tricycle, and rode back down the hallway.
"Just, that she didn't like her, and she got the impression that I didn't either!" I said.
"Wow, no wonder she left the room," There was an urgent knock at the door, "You got that?" Ringo asked Bridget playfully.
"No, Addy, I can't anymore!" She said.
"I know Peanut," He said. He picked her up, and kissed her cheek. I rolled my eyes, and went to the door.
"Hi, can I come in?" Paul asked. When I saw how he was cradling Joey, I moved out-of-the-way, and led him to where he could put Joey down. He began pacing, and rubbing the back of his head nervously.
"I don't know what's wrong with her, she can't talk or anything!" He said sitting down, and putting his head in his hands. Joey got up, and walked over to him. She kissed the top of his head. When he didn't look up Ringo took her hand.
"Open your mouth, love," He said. His eyes got wide, and he took a deep breath, "We need to take her to a doctor," He said to Paul. Paul got up, and walked over to Joey.
"It'll be alright," He said to Joey, as he took her hand. We got in the car, and had Joey, and Paul in one seat, and Bridget in another.
"Where're we goin Mommy?" Bridget asked.
"I give up where," I said trying to lighten the mood. We pulled up in front of the hospital, where Joey silently freaked out. She kept shaking her head no. When we got to the waiting room I checked Bridget in, while Ringo watched Bridget, and Paul while he had his mental breakdown.
"Right this way," The woman behind the desk said. Joey was still shaking her head vigorously as we walked into a room.
"Ah, let's see that throat of yours, shall we?" The doctor said as he walked in. He examined her throat for a while. He motioned for me to join him in the hall.
"Is she yours?" He asked.
"OH! No, no, her adopted father is out there," I said.
"You might want to go fetch him," He said.
"Why? Is it bad?" I asked.
"I only want to say this once." He said. I ran down the hall to get Paul.
"Hey, the doctor wants to see her Parent or Guardian." I said. Paul got up, and walked down the hall after me as I led him to the room Joey was in.
"She need a tonsillectomy." The doctor said. Paul sat down, and mumbled something that sounded like: "Maybe John was right, I'm not ready for a kid," He sounded distraught. There was a whimper from the other room. I walked in, and saw Joey crying.
"What's wrong?" I asked. She looked like she wanted to speak, but then remembered she couldn't. She picked up a pad of paper, and wrote, "Paulie doesn't want me anymore, cause I'm sick!" I walked over to her, and st next to her.
"He does want you, he's just afraid that he hasn't been taking very good care of you!" I said she still continued to cry, "PAUL! COME COMFORT YOUR DAUGHTER!" I yelled. He stayed where he was. Joey began to cry harder.
:See,: she wrote, :He doesn't want me!: She sniffled. I kissed her head, and walked back to the waiting room to see Bridget in Ringo's lap. Ringo was asleep, and Bridget was poking his face.
"If he didn't have a mustache, I would so let you draw one on!" I said as she looked at me.
I know, It's short, but if I kept going, then I would've cried!
I don't think we were actually swimming, as it were, with shirts on, 'cos we always wear overcoats when we're swimming,"- George Harrison, Australia, June 1964
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