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|Ziggy Stardust Fiction|
by Stardust Grrl
Part VI: The Morning After
The beautiful flowers the pale blue sky Margaret was sitting in a flowing, lavender dress amidst the lovely scenery on a red and white checkered picnic blanket. Birds flitted about among the puffy clouds. She touched her hair. It was over shoulder-length long and quite curly. A crown of daisies adorned her head. She laid back on the blanket and let the suns soft rays shine down upon her.
She suddenly became aware of someone in her presence. She turned her head and there was David Bowie, sitting on a blue velvet couch and wearing one of his famous mens dresses. The scene very much resembled the album cover of The Man Who Sold the World. He sat there, with his wrist limp, and smiled at her. He beckoned with his hand for her to come. She got up gladly and threw herself onto the couch with him
Margaret opened her eyes and realised that fantasy was, unfortunately, only a dream. The bright light streaming in through the window obscured her vision for a few seconds. She yawned, sat up, and looked around.
"Whoa! Where am I?" She thought, panicking. She looked down and saw she had no clothes on whatsoever. "What the"
Margaret looked at the bed. She saw David lying next to her, smiling. "Whoa!!! What are you " She trailed off and thought for a while. "Oh," she smiled. "How could I forget?" She laughed.
"I dont know, youd have to have had a serious attack of amnesia to forget last night," he said, smiling.
"I still cant believe it !" She trailed off and fell back onto the bed. "I mean wow! Who wouldve thought!"
David laughed. "Oh, my. Why is it so unbelievable? I mean, come on, Im only some bloke named Bowie." They laughed. "My, my, my should we have a shower?"
"Ah," Margaret said demurely, "A shower sounds exquisite."
"Then later we can get some breakfast," David said.
"Yes what time is it?" Margaret realised that she was supposed to be at her flat.
"Oh, its almost eight," David said. "We didnt sleep for too long, you know."
"Yes, but I feel refreshed." Margaret got up and stretched. "Ah!"
"Come on, lets have a shower then," David said. He got up and walked to the bathroom. Margaret followed.
"Good thing this shower is so big," David remarked as he looked at the shower. "Its pretty nice, huh?" He laughed.
"Yes, Id have to agree," Margaret giggled. "Beautiful, just beautiful." They stepped into the immaculate shower. "I havent been in a shower like this for so long," Margaret said wistfully.
"What!" David laughed.
Margaret looked at him quizzically and then realised her faux pas. "Oh, no! I mean no! I take baths every day! I dont have a shower at my flat, only bathtubs!"
David looked at her and grinned. "Right. Sure," he said sarcastically, laughing.
"Oh " Margaret laughed. She kissed him on the ear as he turned on the water. The temperature was just right after only a few seconds. Margaret loved showers like thiswarm ones, where the steam was almost tangible. They kissed and washed each other.
Angie, wrapped in a soft, furry robe, peeked inside the bathroom. She could make out two figures taking a shower. "Ah, so she made it," she said with a laugh. She shut the door behind her, chuckling.
"Wheres your stuff?" Woody pulled his tight shirt over his head.
"Its at my hotel," Kisch replied, putting on her costume also. She couldnt believe she was about to go on holiday with Woody, the definite the man of her dreams.
Mick and Jacqueline were in the bathroom drying their hair with some of Margarets towels. They had just taken a bath.
"Shall we go get it now?" Woody got up from the bed.
Kisch got up and wrapped her arms around him. "Whenever you want to. Im ready now."
"Well then, lets go!" Woody smiled. He seemed quite happy. "Ill call a limo or something, okay?"
Kischs eyes brightened. She had never been in a limousine! "Wow! A limo? You can do that?"
"Why, sure!" Woody paused. "I think. But can I?" Woody thought. "Mick!" he called.
Mick emerged from the bathroom, clutching a towel around his waist. "Yeah?"
"Do you think theyll let me use a limo? RCA, that is?"
"Why wouldnt they?" asked Mick, scratching his arm. "Oh, you think they wont because youre not in the band anymore, right?" Woody nodded. "Ah. Well, what can they do? I bet theyll let you use one."
"You think so?" Woody walked to the phone. "I suppose it wouldnt hurt to try, huh?"
Jacqueline went back to her room with a towel wrapped around her. Kisch saw her and asked, "Is there a brush in there?"
Jacqueline nodded. "Yup, and theres even more towels too. I dont know how Margaret can have so many towels! I mean, she doesnt have sheets and stuff, but then look at all of those towels! " Jacqueline continued making her way into her room, talking all the while.
Kisch laughed to herself. What a great time she was having! She glanced over at Woody. There he was, talking on the phone, looking so angelic she was never going back to Russia. There was no need to return to her dreadfully communist country when she had all this. She went into the bathroom to brush her hair.
" yes, its me," Woody said into the receiver. "Listen, I really need a limo, okay? I dont care how long it takes. An hour? Thats fine. Im at what? You already know where I am? Whatever. Just be here in an hour, alright? Okay. Bye."
Kisch looked into the mirror and smiled at her reflection as she brushed her long, black hair. She washed her face and looked outside. Woody was sitting down on the bed. "Is it going to work, darling?" She walked out and sat down next to him.
"Yes, theyll be here in about an hour," Woody kissed her.
"This is so nice of you " Kisch smiled demurely.
"Oh, its my pleasure. I cant wait to go," Woody returned.
"Me neither. Why dont we take a bath?"
"Sure," Woody said. They got up and proceeded to the bathroom.
Before they entered the bathroom, Kisch walked into Mick and Jacquelines room. They were all dry except for their hair and were both completely dressed. "Jackie," Kisch said, "Whens Margaret coming? I want to say goodbye."
"Goodbye?" Jacqueline looked at her from the bed, where she was sitting. "Where are you going?"
"Woody and I are going to my hotel to get my stuff, and then were going to Switzerland." Kisch tried her best to sound modest.
It took a few seconds for Jacqueline to process this information. Upon realising what Kisch had said, she said, "Whoa! Hold on there! Switzerland?!" Jacqueline sat wide-eyed with her jaw open, staring at Kisch. Oh! Thats not fair! Margaret gets to go to some ritzy hotel to do heaven knows what with a mega-superstar, Kisch gets to go on a vacation to another country with a mini-superstar what about me?! Jacqueline thought again, No. Thats not right. I shouldnt be jealous. Whatever happens, happens. After all, everything happens for a reason. Jacqueline smiled at Kisch. "Thats great! How !"
"I dont know how it happened!" Kisch gushed. "It was like, lets go on holiday, and then before I know it hes calling a limo."
Jacqueline looked over at Mick, who was yawning and scratching his arm. Well, well, well. So thats how it is. Of course, the real superstar of the Spiders just doesnt have a clue. To tell the truth, Jacqueline was jealous of Kisch, but she was especially jealous of Margaret. She was really hoping to score big with Mick and there he was, yawning and scratching his arm. Sure, the night before with Mick had been something comparable with heaven, but she wanted to do more! She didnt want to be rude or anything, but maybe if she dropped hints here and there
"Mick," Jacqueline said sweetly, "What are you going to do today?"
Mick sat down on the bed. "Well, I was planning on watching television," he said matter-of-factly.
Jacqueline rolled her eyes. "Why would you want to watch TV on a day like this? The whole world is out there, waiting for you!" She especially emphasised "world."
"Well, its not like I was planning on going to Switzerland or something," Mick said. He apparently hadnt heard Kisch and Jacqueline talking.
"Um " Jacqueline was desperate. "Have you ever been to Canada?" No! Dont invite him to Canada! Its so boring! Stupid, stupid, stupid!
"No, why? Oh, thats right. Youre from there, arent you?"
Duh, Mick! "Yes, I am."
Jacqueline cleared her throat. Mick looked at her. "Um, do you want to go?"
"Uh I dont know, Ive never thought about it."
"Oh." Jacqueline was cursing herself. This was getting nowhere! Lord, help me out! Give me a sign!
As soon as that thought had crossed Jacquelines mind, Woody walked into the room with a towel wrapped round his waist. "Hey," he started.
"That was a short bath," Mick said.
"No, were not done. So," Woody said, "Kisch and I were talking. We thought it would be a good idea for you two to come with us to Switzerland."
"Whoa! Switzerland!" Mick said in surprise. "Where did that one come from?"
Jacqueline chuckled to herself. "Where have you been?" Mick stuck his tongue out at her.
"Anyway," Woody continued, noting Micks comical behaviour, "You can come with us if youd like. That is, if you feel the same way about each other like Kisch and I do."
Mick and Jacqueline looked at each other and laughed. It seemed that they had a more fun and humorous relationship than Kisch and Woodys more serious one. "Well sure!" Mick said. "Of course well go!" Jacqueline threw herself on him and kissed him, laughing. "Whoa now," Mick said as he laughed along with her.
"Then thats that," Woody walked out of the room.
"Oh! This is wonderful!" Jacqueline hugged Mick. "Thank you!"
"You bet," Mick smiled sweetly. "Anything for my Jackie."
Ring! Ring! rang the doorbell. It caught Jacqueline off guard. "Whoa! What is that?"
"Sounds like the doorbell," Mick answered. "Should we get it?"
"I suppose," Jacqueline got off the bed. "After all, it might be important." They got up and walked towards the door. Mick opened it.
Standing in the doorway before them was an odd figure. He was rather tall and lanky, and he wore extremely thick glasses that magnified his eyes. He was dressed very conservatively.
"Hello?" Mick asked. He had to try very hard to keep from laughing at this comical figure.
"I dont know who you are, but Im here to see Margaret." The person pushed his glasses up his nose. "Where is she?"
What a square! Jacqueline thought to herself. "What is your business?" She stifled a chuckle and the young man looked at her quizzically, much as a bird examines an object.
"I am Margarets friend, Andy," the man looked irritated. He seemed to be somewhat full of himself, also. "Im here to see her. Now if you would be so kind as to stand aside and let me in"
"Now hold it there!" Mick blocked the doorway. Andy was taller than Mick was but Mick was surely stronger. "We cant have some bloke we dont know just come into Margarets flat," Mick crossed his arms over his chest. "We need a legitimate reason."
"What are you talking about? Ive visited Margaret lots of times without reason. And now " Andy studied Micks sequinned jumpsuit. "Today I wont have some some girly boy telling me what to do."
Mick almost exploded, but Jacqueline quieted him down. Jacqueline told Andy, "Hold on right there. Ill go check and see what Margarets doing."
"Shes probably up to no good if shes with you people," Andy muttered under his breath.
Mick apparently heard this. "What was that?" He glared at Andy.
"You two can wait here," Jacqueline coolly said, inviting Andy inside. On the inside, Jacqueline was actually freaking out; she was luckily able to contain her fright this time. She nonchalantly walked to the bathroom, where she knew Kisch and Woody were bathing.
Jacqueline peeked her head into the bathroom. Kisch and Woody were kissing amidst the bubbles. Jacqueline walked in and shut the door behind her. Kisch looked up and gasped, but was silenced by Jacquelines sporadic shushing.
"Whats going on?" Kisch whispered, covering her front.
Jacqueline averted her eyes and fixed them on the bare wall. "One of Margarets friends are here," Jacqueline said hurriedly. "Hes a real square and his name is Andy. Remember that. Anyway, right. Kisch, pretend youre Margaret. You know, do a fake English accent. And Woody, just be quiet."
"Um okay," a slightly confused Kisch replied. Woody nodded.
Jacqueline stepped out of the bathroom and said to Andy, "Margarets taking a bath."
Andy scratched his chin. "Margaret?" he called.
Kisch was washing her hair when she received a sharp jab from Woody. "Ow! Oh, um Hallo, Andy," Kisch did in her best British accent. "How are you?"
"Im fine " Andy was gathering thoughts in his mind. Finally, it hit him: he knew just the trick to see if it was actually Margaret that he was talking to. "Say, hows that crisis of yours?" He grinned evilly and chuckled to himself. He really loved to be on the verge of immoral like this.
"Crisis?" Kisch didnt know what to say.
"Yes, remember? The crisis?"
"What are you talking about?" Kisch accidentally let her Russian accent slip through. She had a terrible feeling inside of her. "Oh, that," she said hurriedly with an English accent and a nervous laugh.
But before Kisch could fix the tense situation she had got herself into, Andy strode over to the bathroom, throwing both Mick and Jacqueline to the side as they tried to keep him from going any furtherand threw open the bathroom door. He was met with a blood-curdling scream compliments of Kisch and some obscene phrases thrown out by Woody.
Amidst all of the confusion, Andy stood there laughing, completely full of himself. "Wait until I tell Margarets parents! HAHAHA!" He doubled over in laughter, but paused for a second or two. He really didnt want to hurt Margaret he loved her so much. What was he to do? "Um where is Margaret? Seriously?"
"Um " Jacqueline looked the other way, away from the stare of Andys eyes.
Mick butted in, his face all blotchy with anger. "Whats it to you?"
"Well," Andy started. "I I happen to be her boyfriend," Andy said confidently. A little lie could go a long way.
Jacqueline laughed out loud. "You? Margarets boyfriend?" She doubled over in laughter. "I dont think so!"
"And why not?" asked Andy, sticking his nose in the air.
"Because she is at her boyfriends hoteloh, crap!" Jacqueline covered her mouth. She had let it slip!
"Ah, hotel, eh? Well, Ill be sure her parents find out about this one! And then theyll make her marry me!" Andy laughed and stormed out of the flat. He slammed the door loudly upon his exit.
"Oh, crap! I cant believe I let that go like that!" Jacqueline sunk to the floor. Mick put his arm around her.
"Its okay, its okay," Mick said reassuringly.
It certainly would be interesting when Margarets parents found out where she really was.
"Are you sure you dont mind if I wear this, Angie?" Margaret was picking out clothes to wear out of Angies wardrobe since she didnt have any clothes of her own with her. Margaret chose a low-cut pink baby doll t-shirt and some tight blue jeans that flared at the bottom. "This okay?" She held them up. "I mean, I hate to take this stuff from you."
"Those are fine," Angie nodded. "Take them! Its okay. With a figure like yours, its hard to say no!"
"Oh, Angie!" Margaret laughed. "I just hope they fit."
"Try them on, they probably will." Angie was picking out clothes for herself. "Do you need a bra or anything?"
"Um I guess so but I feel so bad! Im just taking your stuff!"
"Seriously, its okay. I can go buy some new clothes exactly like that just a few blocks away. Here, take these knickers and this push-up bra." Angie handed Margaret the undergarments.
"Youre too kind," Margaret beamed. She took off her towel that was wrapped around her body and started to put the clothes on. They fit perfectly. "Wow! These feel great!" Margaret walked over to the mirror and spun around a few times.
Angie eyed Margaret extensively. "Yes, they do look good. Mmm!"
"Oh, wheres David?" Margaret walked over to the closet and stood next to Angie. She put her arm around her waist.
"Hes in the other room, talking to his manager. I guess Tony wants to give Mick a solo deal." Angie smiled. "But Im just a girl, I dont know," Angie giggled. She gave Margaret a kiss.
"Oh! I must be going soon!" Margaret realised she had to be getting back to her flat before her parents found out about anything. "And I need a locksmith, to unlock my car. I locked the keys inside my Volkswagen at the Hammersmith Odeon parking lot. Oh, and I almost forgot to thank you for the wonderful breakfast. It was delicious!"
"No problem! It was good, wasnt it?" Angie flashed one of her cute smiles. "Ill ring up a locksmith for you," Angie walked over to the phone. She dialled the operator gingerly and was transferred to the locksmith. When she hung up, she said, "Hell be there in about thirty minutes. We need to get you to the Hammersmith Odeon, dont we? Ill get David to go with you in a limo."
"That really isnt necessary " Margaret did like limousines, though.
"I insist! Ill go too."
"Okay! Sounds like a plan."
Thomas, groggy and sleepy-eyed, sat up. He rubbed his eyes. "Ohhh " he moaned. His back and his stomach hurt a lot. "Oh, God!" He looked around. "Wha ? Where am I?" He got off the messy bed and stretched. He tried to remember where he was. "I dont know!" He shook his head and walked out of the room.
Upon exiting the bedroom, he saw four people sitting in what appeared to be a living room. As soon as he saw the people, the memories of the night before came flooding back the concert, the fun, the alcohol but most especially, Margaret. Where did she go? Where was she now?
"Hi," Thomas said to his friends.
They all turned around and exchanged glances. "Hello," they returned.
Jacqueline smiled nervously at Thomas. "Um how was your sleep?" Jacqueline looked down at her hands. Neither she nor any of her friends wanted Thomas to know about Margaret. Jacqueline knew he would be crushed.
"Yeah, it was good," Thomas said, absent-minded. "Say, wheres Margaret?" He looked at everyone as they looked elsewhere. "What? What happened? Is she hurt? Oh, God! I wouldnt be able to live if shes " Thomas trailed off.
"Oh, no, Thomas," Kisch said soothingly. "Shes alright. Um " She gave Woody a glance that said, A little help here?! Woody glanced back at her with, What? He rolled his eyes as Kisch glared at him. Fine, he thought back to her.
"Thomas, Margarets not here," Woody said slowly. "But shes alright."
"Then where is she?"
"Shes um " Woody thought of something to say.
Mick decided to put in his two cents. "She had to go somewhere with somebody. It was a quick and, um important decision. Yes, thats it. I dont know exactly where she is, but I have an idea." Mick was impressed with himself.
"And where would that be?" Thomas was getting tired of this game. "Just tell me where she is! God!"
"Sorry," Jacqueline said sarcastically. "Look, shes at a hotel, okay? Thats right. Which one, you may ask? Ill tell you. Shes at the Savoy!"
"The Savoy?" Thomas looked at Jacqueline, wide-eyed. "What in heavens name is she doing there?" Jacqueline chuckled to herself as she thought of what Margaret could be doing at that moment in time.
"She went there because somebody asked her to," Kisch said nervously. "Yes. They asked her to go, and she went. She went indeed. And"
"Look here," Jacqueline said. "You wanna know whats going on? Alright! Margarets shackin up with Bowie!"
Thomas was flooded with emotions anger, disbelief, confusion he could not believe it. "What? Are you serious?" The group nodded their heads. "Oh, God! Why would Margaret leave me like this? I thought she loved me! I was going to ask her to come back to Philadelphia with me! Oh, no!" Thomas fell to the ground and wept.
Jacqueline was about to say something like "But she never liked you anyway" but she had second thoughts. That would totally be kicking him when he was down. Instead, she moved over to him and patted him on the back. "Thomas," she said gently, "Itll be okay."
Thomas looked at Jacqueline. "But I loved her! I gave my heart to Margaret, and what does she do? Throw it away like a rotten apple!" Thomas sobbed. "It just isnt fair, Jacqueline! It just isnt fair." Thomas thought about life in Philadelphia. He did have a girlfriend whom he had forgotten about she was beautiful, with long, blonde hair and hazel eyes. He instantly remembered the promise he made to her of getting back right away. Thomas wondered how on earth he could have forgotten about Mandy. He collected himself and wiped away his tears. "Thank you, Jacqueline," he gave her a hug. "I should be going now." Thomas stood up, and Jacqueline followed.
"Are you alright?" Jacqueline asked. She wondered why he had stopped crying so abruptly. It was a little odd.
"Yes, Im fine," Thomas smiled. "My girl back home needs to see me." He walked to the door after giving them all hugs. "Goodbye, my friends," he said as he opened the door. "Tell Margaret that Ill never forget her." With that, he waved and walked out of the flat.
Kisch started to cry. "Its so sad," she leaned on Woodys shoulder. "I mean, she never liked him and he seemed to like her so much."
"Yeah, but then he said he had a girlfriend back home," Mick said. "I wasnt expecting that." Jacqueline looked at Mick. "What?"
Jacqueline laughed. "Mick, its not like he was ugly or something! He had a fine body." Everyone laughed along with her. Jacqueline abruptly stopped and said, "Wait a minute! What are we going to do about Margaret? Shes going to get in so much trouble!"
"Honestly, Jacqueline," Mick said, "What can we do?"
Jacqueline stared into space. "II dont know."
"Wow, youre pretty good at that," Margaret said to the locksmith as he picked Margarets lock on her car. She still couldnt believe she was stupid enough to lock her keys in her car. She felt pretty embarrassed with herself at that momentDavid, Angie, and herself all standing in the parking lot watching the locksmith do his jobshe almost hated herself for it.
"Its my job, Miss," the locksmith replied.
"Oh, God! What time is it?" Margaret was afraid that her parents would soon notice her absence. That was the last thing she needed right then.
"Oh, its around ten," David replied. "Your parents, right?"
Margaret nodded sombrely.
"Dont worry, love," Angie said, patting Margaret on the shoulder. "Nothing will happen."
"Hopefully," Margaret said. "Oh, theyd be so mad at me!"
"Everythings alright," David said. "Oh, speaking of which, what do you think of that song?"
"What? Everythings Alright?" Margaret looked at him, puzzled.
"Yes. Im looking into doing a cover album before I do the Orwell thing."
"Oh! Well, then. Its okay, I suppose. I really liked The Yardbirds and The Who back in the sixties. And what was that one song um " Margaret thought about the song. "Sorrow is there such a song?"
David thought for a while. "Yes! Oh, I remember that one! By The Merseys, right?"
"Yes! Thats it! Now how did it go "
"With your long blonde hair and your eyes of blue " David sang.
Margaret picked it up from there. "The only thing I ever got from you was "
"Sorrow." Angie finished. "Its a good tune, David. You should do that one."
"Yes, I think I might," David smiled at Margaret. "Thanks for the inspiration."
"Aw, gee me?" Margaret blushed.
"Alright then," the locksmith got up and gathered his tools. "Its done. Here you go." He opened the door.
"Wow! Thank you so much!" Margaret ran to her car.
"Where should I send the bill?" the locksmith asked.
"This should take care of it," David slipped him a 20 pound note.
"Thank you, sir!" The locksmith shook his hand and happily jumped into his car and drove off.
"I wonder if that guy knew who you two are," Margaret asked. "Hmm."
"I dont know " David looked at the sky. "Nice day today."
"Yes, I suppose," Angie said. "So, Margaret, darling. Do you want to go somewhere? Theres a great club not far from here."
"Oh, Id love to, but I cant!" Margaret was sad. "I really must get back to my parents flat before they notice Im gone."
"And youre how old?" laughed Angie.
"Oh, I know, but theyre so overbearing! II just dont know why."
"Are you going then?" David asked as he fixed his hair. He seemed rather cool and sober about it all.
Margaret, however, was very downhearted. "Oh, I dont want to go!" She threw herself onto David and Angie for a big hug.
Angie patted her on the back. "Dear, you must go. You have our number, right?"
"Yes," Margaret sniffed.
"So give us a ring if youre ever lonely." Angie smiled.
"Or bored!" David laughed.
"Quite right." Angie added.
"Oh, how can I ever thank you? Last night was wonderful!" Margaret smiled and hugged them hard.
"It was our pleasure, believe me," David smiled back. "Have you any friends? Angie, you, your chums, and me could get together sometime, you know. It would be really fun."
"Ooh, yes! That would be great!" Margaret beamed.
"Well, keep your nights open," David said with a wink.
"Yeah," Angie added, "Dont plan anything! Next time Ill stay around."
Margaret giggled. "Alright, I wont plan anything! You have my number too, right?" She couldnt believe her ears an orgy with David, Angie, and her friends!
Angie reached into her pocket. "Yes, here it is!"
"Oh, you two, I really must be going." Margaret kissed them both.
"Goodbye until then, love," David said. Angie and David stepped into the limo and rolled down the windows. "Goodbye!" David yelled.
"Bye bye!" Angie waved.
"Goodbye!" Margaret smiled and waved enthusiastically. "Oh, my," she sighed and smiled to herself as they drove off, leaving Margaret in a grey cloud of exhaust. She climbed into her car and turned the key. She was relieved when she heard the motor start running. As she pulled out of the parking lot in Angies cute outfit, she hummed an old Beatles tune: "I have to admit its getting better, and better all the time "
"Alright, is everybody ready to go?" Mick asked. The others nodded their consent.
Everyone was so excited, especially Jacqueline and Kisch. They were two average girls about to go on holiday to Switzerland with their dream men. Jacqueline giggled. "Pinch me, I must be dreaming," she said. Mick grinned mischievously and pinched her on the seat of her pants. "Ouch! Hey now!" she laughed and slapped him playfully.
Woody laughed to himself. He peeked out the door and saw a black limousine in front of the flat. "Look! The limos here." He took Kischs arm and walked outside. "Hey, would someone lock that behind them?" Mick nodded. "Okay," Woody said.
Mick looked at Jacqueline as he locked the door. "After you," he said with a smile. He shut the door behind him.
They all climbed into the limo. "First, well go to your hotels, girls, so you can gather up your things," Woody said. "Where are you staying?"
Jacqueline rolled her eyes. "Its a pretty crappy place with a name that seems important The Regal, I think."
"Hey!" Kisch said. "Thats where Im staying too!"
"No kidding! Remember, we planned it all out before we came?"
"Oh, yeah," Kisch laughed. "I kind of forgot."
Woody laughed. "John," he called to the driver, "Take us to a hotel called The Regal."
"Yes, sir, right away," he replied.
"Do you know where it is?" Mick asked.
"Sure I do. I know where every hotel in London is," John said proudly.
"Okay, thanks," Mick said. He pushed the button that raised the divider between the front seat and the spacious backseat.
"Gee," Kisch said, "Ive never been in a limousine." She looked curiously at all of the commodities it housed wines, vodka, crystal glasses, and a very nice radio. "Ooh! May I turn the radio on?"
"Go for it," Mick said. Kisch turned it on.
Jacqueline immediately recognised the song. "I love this song! You know, whats it called "
"Oh! I have to admit its getting better " Woody sang.
" And better all the time," Mick finished.
"The Beatles were so cool!" Kisch said. "I love that one song, it goes um oh! Back in the USSR! I couldnt believe they were singing about my own country!"
The four friends sang together as the limo pulled away from the flat. "Goodbye, Margarets flat," Jacqueline waved out the window. "Too bad we didnt get to really say goodbye to her." She sighed deeply, but was quickly cheered up when Mick gave her a kiss.
"Yeah, its too bad," said Kisch. "Shes so nice and funny. Oh well, theres always next time, right?"
"Right," Jacqueline nodded. But for some reason, she sensed that she would never be able to see Margaret again.
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