I Need You

9. Helter Skelter

"Hello, Green Law Firm, how may I help you?" A woman who I assumed to be his receptionist asked.

"Yes, hello, I'd like to speak to Frank Green please." I bit my lower lip. It still wasn't too late to hang up, a voice in the back of my mind reminded me.

"I'm sorry, he's very busy right now." She spoke monotonously.

"I'm his daughter, Penelope Epstein, could you please just ask him if he could schedule me in?" I asked almost desperately, catching my own tone and becoming disgusted with myself.

"Penelope? Mr. Green only has one daughter and her name is Caroline." She took a confused tone.

My jaw dropped as I released the telephone from my hand. It crashed to the floor with a thud, almost taking the rest of the set down with it. I gulped feeling lightheaded.

I had a sister? Had my father remarried?

"Hello?" I heard the woman at the other end of the telephone ask.

I picked the phone up by the chord.

"Um, never mind, forget I called." I blurted slamming the telephone down hanging up.

"Thank you." I squeaked to the front receptionist and turned to walk back to the studio. I felt sick, I couldn't deal with this, not now.

"Poppy?" Paul asked brightly as he saw me, the three others walking close behind him.

"Oh, hello boys." I smiled shoving the business card back down in my pocket and rubbed my sweaty palms on my denim pants.

I saw out of the corner of my eye George watching my actions with concern.

"We were about to go out for lunch break, want to join?" John asked wiggling his eyebrows. I almost laughed thinking of his son doing the same thing days earlier.

"Sure, but I better tell my uncle," I smiled in need of a good distraction.

"Oh Mrs. Receptionisttt." Ringo sang slightly out of key.

"I'm on it." The receptionist rose to get up.

"Great, lets go." John clapped his hands together, motioning for me to start walking.

We walked outside and I tried to push the thoughts of my father out of my mind, hoping going out for lunch and getting some fresh air could put my stress on pause.

"I feel like we haven't been in the recording studio in ages." Paul remarked to no one in particular as we walked.

"How could we, we're constantly touring, or shooting a movie." John spoke with slight bitterness.

"Yeah, me drums had dust on them because of all the time away from the studio. Blooming Dust." Ringo shuddered.

"I take it you lads prefer the studio?" I smiled at Ringo's horrified expression as he thought about it.

"We get tossed around from place to place all the time touring. I sometimes forget what day it is." George spoke with a sigh.

"You do?" I asked with an amused grin. I felt slight giddiness watching him smile back at me although I tried really heard not to. Pattie came to mind suddenly and her annoyance towards me.

"What day is it?" George creased his eyebrows.

"It's Tuesday." Paul responded.

"Oh, it's Tuesday." George smiled over to me before looking back in front of him.

"Ah, there she is." John grinned once he saw the sign for the pub we were eating lunch at.

We all walked into the restaurant, getting immediately placed at a table after the hostess recognized the boys as the Beatles. We sat in a round booth with John across from me, then Ringo, George and Paul around the table until finally I was across from John.