After I left Abbey Road, I floated back down the street, back to my car. Once I sat in the driver's seat, I took a look at the check George had given me, and chuckled to myself. It was a nice advance, and I was most certainly going to put it to a good use! I started the engine, and drove to the bank to deposit it. I don't think I'd ever deposited so much money at once. One of my friends, Yvonne, was also at the bank, and when she saw me, she came right over.

"Lorelei! I didn't think I'd find you here!" she said. "How's the job hunting?"

"Perfect!" I said. "In fact, I just got hired, and I'm depositing my advance right now!"

"Good for you!" she said. Her little baby, Caitlin, started to fuss, and she picked her up. "Where are you working now?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I said.

"Come on! Try me!" she said.

"Look, I'll call you later, alright?"

"Sure. Have a good day!" Yvonne strapped Caitlin back in her stroller, and left. I smiled, and finished my business at the bank. Then a thought came to me. Since I didn't know a whole lot about the Beatles, nor their solos careers, and I was currently employed by one, I better get a crash course. So, I stopped by the library. Needless to say, there were a number of books on the Fab Four, but I just got two, and a biography on George Harrison, and left for my next errand....

The grocery store! I was low on food, and I was starved. It felt so satisfying to get everything I needed to fill my cupboards again. Cereal, bread, fruit, vegetables, you name it, I got it. After I got back to my flat, and as I was unloading everything into it's proper place, the phone rang, and I happily answered it with a, "Hello?"

"Lorelei? This is your mother."

"Oh! Hello, Mum! I was just about to call you!"

"Well, I just wanted to tell you that I got a call from one of my friends from the hairdressers, and her husband is looking for a new secretary, and I thought-"

"Mum, don't worry! I just got a job today!"

"Oh!" she said, feeling put out that she didn't get it for me. "Does it pay well?"

"Very well!" I said. Of course my mother would think of the financial situation first.

"Who are you working for?"

"You're not going to believe this, but... I'm personal assistant to George Harrison."

"George Harrison the Beatle?" Mum sounded surprised, which she should be.

"He prefers 'ex-Beatle,' but yes," I said confidently.

Mum first paused, and then stuttered, "I... I don't know if I like the idea of you working for that rock and roller..."

"Mum, please! He's fifty-nine! He's not as wild as you think, or as he used to be."

"Still..."

"Mum, forget it! He's a wonderful man, and I'm very happy! Don't worry!"

"If you say so, dear..." Mum said, and the conversation ended.

I sighed, and started to laugh. Mum could be such a card. After her call, I picked up one of the books I'd gotten from the library, and began to read. I was amazed at all the things the Beatles had done before they hit it big. I knew that they'd gone to Hamburg, Germany for awhile, but I never knew that their original bass player, Stu Sutcliffe, had gotten engaged to a German artist, but died of a brain hemorrhage before they were married. Sad, really. But I always looked more closely at the phrases involving my employer, especially about his personality. Like, he was labeled the "quiet one," but could really go wild when he wanted. The strong, silent type, I guess. Men like that are guaranteed to be interesting.

I was getting to a part when the book talked about the making of the Beatles movie, "A Hard Day's Night," when my phone rang again. I let out an exasperated sigh, and answered it. It was my mother, again.

"Yes, Mum?" I was getting annoyed by her calls.

"Lorelei, I was just talking with a friend of mine, and she has a nephew who would be a perfect match for you!"

I chuckled to myself. Mum was worried I was going to die an old maid, and was always setting me up with boys I'd never ever consider dating. "Mum, please don't be matchmaker! It's been my experience that those matches you make never work."

"Lorelei, I'm very serious about this one!" Mum said, determined not to ruin this "perfect match."

"You're serious about all of them!"

"Now look, I'm your mother, and I want to help you!" I decided to let her get her piece out. I fell silent, and waited for her to finish. "Alright, now we've set up a date for you two on the fifth-"

"Mum! You set me up on a blind date?!"

"What?"

"How would you know if I had plans that day?" Mum was quiet.

"Do you have plans?" she asked.

"Not any definite ones," I admitted, "but you still shouldn't do that! I might need to work overtime that night. I just got a new job! And I really think I'm going to like it!"

"But, darling, even if you work overtime, you still might-"

"Mum, George wants me to work at his home in Henley-on-Thames sometimes," I said. "That's a forty-five minute drive! I don't want to get off work early just so I can go on a blind date my mother set me up for!"

For a moment I thought she was angry with me for standing-up to her, but then she said, "You're going to his house?!" She sounded surprised, and frightened.

I started to laugh at how worried she was. "It's nothing to worry about," I said. "I'll be working at his home office, and listening to his demo tapes. That's all! Goodness, he's as old as you are!"

"If anything happens, you give me a call, and we'll sue him for everything he owns!"

This time I did laugh. "Oh, Mum! You're so dramatic! I'll be fine! Just please, cancel the date with this bloke, but if you think we might click, give me his number, and I'll call him up sometime."

"Hmm..." Mum said, and sighed. "Alright, dear. Sorry I bothered you. I need to go now. Good luck with the job."

"Bye, Mum, and thank you!" I said. I hung up, and sighed. How long would I have to put up with this before she got through that I was old enough to make my own decisions? I chuckled at the thought of my overprotective mother, and went back to my reading.