A/N: Hey, everyone! Today is John's 71st birthday! God, I'm really happy that it's his birthday today! Happy birthday, John! :D That's the good news. The bad news is our Paul turned out to be marrying Paul today this evening. I'm crying again. I just love him so much, I don't want him to marry Nancy. Why can't he just be true to Linda?

I should stop babbling about Paul's wedding, and let you read this chapter of Dear Prudence. Enjoy...

Prudence was at John's flat all by herself. John went to Abbey Road Studios to record a few more tracks for The Beatles' third album—A Hard Day's Night. She was lying on the couch, and reading John's first book—In His Own Write. She found the stories, poems, and plays very funny. She couldn't stop laughing. And she found the drawings very interesting and unique.

The telephone suddenly rang, and Prudence only reached her hand to pick it up.

"Hello?" she began.

"Hello, is John home?" asked the caller, who was a woman.

"No, he isn't," said Prudence. "May I know who this is?"

The woman sighed. "It's me, Prudence," she said. "Cynthia."

Prudence was surprised why Cynthia was calling John's telephone.

"Cynthia, are you looking for John?" she asked.

"No, actually, I want to talk to you," said Cynthia in a friendly way.

"Why?"

"Can you come to my house? It's John's old house. I suppose, you know where it is." She said.

"Yes…"

"Come here, then," said Cynthia. "I need to talk to you about a few things."

"Okay, Cynthia," said Prudence. "I'll see you in a few minutes."

"Goodbye, now."

"Bye." She hung up.

Prudence marked the page where she stopped, and then walked out of the flat without using a coat or bringing a handbag. She walked down the street to Cynthia's house. She thought about what Cynthia was going to tell her along the way there. She was nervous as hell. She was scared Cynthia would hit her, like a few months ago in front of the theater.

Prudence took a deep breath before knocking on Cynthia's door. And after she gained the courage to do that, she finally knocked. The door opened, and she saw Cynthia standing behind the door.

"Hello, Cynthia," Prudence greeted her kindly with a friendly smile.

"Hello, Prudence," Cynthia greeted back, and gave a friendly hug, which Prudence couldn't understand why Cynthia gave her that. "Please, come in."

Prudence walked in to the house, and she heard Cynthia closing the door. She walked to the living room, and saw Julian crawling on the floor.

"Julian looks a lot like John," remarked Prudence as she sat on the sofa.

"Yes, he does," said Cynthia with a proud smile, and sat beside Prudence. "Look, Prudence, I am not mad of you taking John away from me."

"Why aren't you mad?" Prudence asked with both of her eyebrows raised. "Aren't you supposed to be?"

Cynthia chuckled heartily. "Yes, I'm supposed to be mad," she said. "I was furious to know that a teenage fan would take John away from me. Now, I find it sort of funny!"

Prudence gave a short laugh.

"But, can you please allow me and Julian to visit John?" asked Cynthia. "Julian missed John very much, and…John is the only one who could be Julian's father figure—even though not biologically."

Prudence smiled a heart warming smile, and patted Cynthia's hand. "Of course, I will let you and Julian visit, Cyn," she said. "John missed Julian very much, too. I often heard him calling Julian in his sleep."

"I'm glad to know," said Cynthia with a grin.

And then there was an awkward silence. Prudence and Cynthia looked away from each other, and Julian was now playing with a doll.

"So, have you graduated, Prudence?" asked Cynthia to break off the awkward silence.

"Yes, I have," said Prudence with a grin.

"Where are you going to finish your studies?"

"Oxford. They've accepted me."

"Oh, lucky girl!" said Cynthia.

Prudence played with Julian for a few minutes, and then decided that she should go back to John's flat. Prudence gave a little kiss on Julian's cheek, and a hug for Cynthia.

"It was nice to talk to you, again," said Cynthia. "In a friendly manner, of course."

"Yes, it is," said Prudence with a nod. "I'll see you again some time, Cyn."

"Goodbye, Prudence."

"Bye, Cyn. Have a nice day!"

"You, too, Prudence."

A/N: Quite surprising, isn't it? But it's good to now Cynthia had moved on. Thanks for reading, anyway. Don't forget to review this chapter! Have a wonderful day, everyone! :D