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Eleanor's POV

Dearest and Beloved Eleanor,

It is very cold, here, in Hamburg! Even though it's still summer. The lads and I slept using the Union Jack flag behind the screen of a cinema. We arrived quite early in the morning. We had no trouble finding the St. Pauli area. The Indra Club—the club we were supposed to be performing at—was closed, and so we slept in a club next door for the night.

Hamburg is…probably the naughtiest city I've ever visited so far. You might not like it here, because there are lots and lots of peepshows, prostitutes, gangsters, and drunken people. The lads and I quite like it here, because, well…you know. Hahah!

How are you doing there in Liverpool? I hope you're feeling fine, and everything is fine, like always. How are Mike and my dad? Speaking of my dad, do you mind if you visit him during weekends? I have a feeling that he's lonely, because his oldest son is gone for a while, and his wife is no longer here with us…so, please, take care of him for me? That would mean a lot to Mike and me.

I have to go now, love. I wish I can write more, but, duty calls. I can't wait for your reply!

All my love,

Paul M.

P.S. I miss you…

I first got Paul's letter when I got home from school one Friday afternoon. I was really happy when I received his letter from Hamburg! I read his letter along the way to my room. I even ignored my mother's question when I got in to my house.

"How was school, dear?" she asked from the living room.

I ignored her. But I didn't mean to. I was focused on Paul's letter.

I sniffed the letter when I got in to my room. It had Paul's sweet fragrance. I hope it would last for a long time. For ten years, I hope!

I went to the McCartneys' house on Saturday and Sunday—every Saturdays and Sundays. Mr. McCartney seemed so happy to see me during the weekends. I would usually go to their house early in the morning, and cook them breakfast. I had fun hanging out with the Mike and Mr. McCartney.

Usually when Mike wasn't around, Mr. McCartney would show me the family album. But he only showed me pictures of Paul and Mike when they were still in their diapers until they are, now. And he once told me he didn't love Paul when Paul was still a baby.

"Why?" I asked him.

"He was…ugly," he said. "But…I was wrong. He turned out to be a beautiful boy, and a handsome young man. I can prove to you, because Paul has a girlfriend."

I chuckled, and nodded my head. "Paul is handsome, sir," I said. "And a good lad, too."

He leaned back against his sofa. "Do you like Paul, Eleanor?" he asked me suddenly.

I looked at him. "Excuse me?" I asked.

"Are you in love with Paul, Eleanor?" he asked me.

I felt my cheeks blushing heavily. Oh, cheeks, please stop blushing!

"You can tell me, Eleanor," he said. "I won't tell anyone…not even Paul or Mike. I promise you."

I sighed, and looked at the black and white portrait of Paul standing in front of a shop with his adorable smile.

"Yes, I am, sir," I said softly, and raised my head. "But, please, don't tell anyone. He doesn't know that I love him. I…I…"

"Why don't you tell him how you feel towards him?" he suggested.

"Mr. McCartney, you don't…you don't understand how hard it is to tell him how I feel about him," I said, and looked at the fireplace. "He has a girlfriend…"

"Between you and me, Eleanor," he said, "I prefer seeing you with him than him with Dorothy."

I looked at him with both of my eyebrows raised.

"Don't worry," he said with a determined smile, "I am very sure that he will be yours soon. Just…keep praying and hoping, Eleanor."

I smiled at him, and set my brows back. "I will, sir," I said. "Can you please show me your wedding photos?"

He paused, and looked at me with his soft gaze. He stood up from the sofa, and walked to the bookshelf to search for his wedding album. He went back bringing a maroon-colored album, and he gave it to me. I opened it, and I saw Mr. McCartney holding a dark-haired woman's hands. He was dressed in a fine black suit, and she was dressed in a long white wedding dress. She must be Paul's mother!

"Her name was Mary, and I'm very sure you know that," he said as I flipped the pages while observing each photos. "She was the loveliest woman I've ever met. Paul reminds me of Mary some times…the way his eyes would sparkle when he smiles…Mary had those same eyes and smile."

"She sure is beautiful, sir," I said to him, and I meant it.

"And you remind me of her, Eleanor," he said, and I looked at him. "I recall of one day…it was late at night, and I was here in the living room while looking at my wedding album. Paul came here, and he told me he couldn't sleep. He told me you reminded him of Mary, and he is fond of you very much. Perhaps, that is why he is so fond of going out with you as two close friends."

"What makes you remind me of your wife?" I asked him.

"Well, you are very kind, gentle, beautiful, caring, and clever…just like her," he said, and I saw the tears forming on his eyes. "And Mike is very fond of you, too."

I smiled at him. "I can tell." I said. "Tell me about…how she died, sir. If you don't mind, of course."

"I don't, really," he said. "It was a sad day, but she was very happy that she was dying with her boys gathered around her. It was the saddest day of my life…but, life goes on, doesn't it? But she's still in our hearts."

Instead of Mr. McCartney crying, I was the one who cried. His stories of him and his wife was very touching and sad. I couldn't imagine how sad I would be if I lost someone, who I love so much. I would be extremely sad, and need to take a little time to move on.

I wiped the tears away from my face, and managed a smile. "I'm sorry, sir," I said.

"Don't be." He said softly.

"I mean, it must be…really sad for you, and the boys to be losing their beloved woman in your and their lives," I said, and more tears streamed down. "I can't imagine how sad I would be if I lose someone I love so much, like my parents."

"It takes time, but…life goes on, Eleanor," he said. "Life goes on."

Paul's POV

The sun was almost rising, and we were bloody tired. We rested in a round table in the center of the quiet club, and drank mineral waters to make us refreshed before we go to bed.

"Man, that was fucking great!" John exclaimed as he leaned back on his chair.

"And tiring," added George as he set his glass on the table, and then he looked at me. "Did you receive any letters from Eleanor?"

I took out her folded letter out of my back pocket, and unfolded it as I looked at George with a smile on my face. I cleared my throat, and read the letter to the boys.

"Dear Paul," I began, "it is cold, too, in Liverpool! Even though it's still summer, as you said. Why didn't they provide blankets for you and the lads? I mean, you should use blankets instead of our flag to keep yourselves warm. Maybe I should knit blankets for each of you."

"I would certainly like that!" said John as he exhaled the cigarette smoke through his nose.

"Hah! I am very sure that you and the lads will like Hamburg very much because of the beautiful prostitutes! Have one of you shagged with them? Hahah! I do not want to hear about it. But don't do anything to little Georgie, for he is too naïve about all these things. And I am very sure that you are reading this letter aloud to the lads." I continued.

The boys burst out laughing but George, and Stuart exclaimed: "You are right, Ms. Walker!"

"I am doing just fine, here, in Liverpool, and everything is fine. Mike is all right, and so is your dad. I visited him like what you asked me to do. He's really fun to talk to! I saw your pictures when you were still in diapers! Boy, oh, boy! You were really adorable in diapers, Paul! I just wanted to pinch those chubby cheeks of yours on those baby pictures. Hahah!

"Well, since you write a short letter to me, then I write to you back a short letter, too! Even though I have so many things to tell you! But I can do it on the next letter! I can't wait to receive your reply, Paulie! Say hello to John, Pete, Stuart, and George for me!" I said with a grin.

"Hello to you, too, Eleanor!" said John as he waved his hand.

I chuckled, and shook my head. "Have a nice day, Paul and my other beloved Liverpool lads! All my love, as you say, Eleanor Walker." I said, and folded the letter again. "What do you think of that letter, Mr. Harrison?"

He smiled at me. "I think it's all right," he said, and stood up from his chair. "I think I'm going to sleep first. I'll see you lads in the morning."

"Yeah, night, George," said John. "And make sure you play yourself before you go to sleep!"

George laughed, and looked at John. "Very funny, John! But, no, I won't play with myself, now good night," he said, and then walked away.

I was very sure George was going to play with himself tonight, because I just read to him Eleanor's letter.

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