Jim McCartney was in the living room, wearing a dressing 袍, 礼服 and looking agitated. He looked up as we opened the door, and marched right over to Paul, not looking happy.
“Paul McCartney, where have 你 been? It’s nearly two in the morning!”
So that was what time it was. I automatically relaxed a little. I wasn’t used to not being able to find out the time whenever I wanted to.
Paul blinked his long-lashed eyes. “I know, Dad, we just....”
I stepped forward, remembering my promise. “It was my fault, Mr McCartney.”
Jim looked at me. “Your fault? Who is this, Paul?”
“I’m Gloria,”...
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