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he told me the guard at the front gates, his cousin Harold Lloyd, said that the entertainer, Jerry Lee Lewis, had arrived in his car and wanted to see him.
Jerry Lee Lewis? I was amazed. Much to my surprise, though, Elvis told me he didn’t want to see Jerry Lee.
“He’s a great piano player and performer, but I just think he’s crazy,” Elvis said. Getting the guard back on the phone, Elvis instructed him to tell Jerry Lee he was unavailable.
I didn’t get to meet Mr. Lewis in those early morning hours, but it had been one heck of a date. By now I was exhausted. When I told Elvis I thought it was time for me to leave, he surprised me again, asking, “Would you like to go on tour with me sometime?”
I’d barely had the chance to absorb what I’d already experienced over the weekend, but I was thrilled by the offer and curious about what other new worlds I might experience with Elvis. “Yes,” I said at once.
Elvis had singled me out, pursued me, and said things that made me feel special. Yet a small part of me still wasn’t fully sure how he felt about me, because we were just getting to know one another. There had been no passionate kisses or heavy petting, and the fact that he’d been such a gentleman fueled my attraction to him even more. I thought Elvis was a fascinating man, and I definitely wanted to learn more about him.
Before I left, Elvis kissed me lightly for the second time, another gentlemanly peck. I found it hard to say good-bye because the word sounded final. Instead of saying good-bye, I chose to say, “I’ll see you later,” hoping, in some strange way, that this magic phrase might guarantee I’d see him again.
And, for the rest of my time with Elvis, I never would say good-bye when leaving Graceland because I always wanted to come back to him.
CHAPTER 5
After that first exhilarating, overwhelming trip to Las Vegas with Elvis, I tried to resume my normal life. I slept briefly and went right back to work at the dress shop for a couple of hours that Monday afternoon and didn’t tell anyone there about my weekend.
After work, my friend Teri stopped by my house and we went for a drive in her car. By then I was about ready to burst; I couldn’t resist telling her about my adventures. “You’ll never guess who I met over the weekend,” I said, deliberately trying to sound casual.
“Who?”
“Elvis.”
Teri slammed on the brakes, pulled over to the side of the road, and refused to drive until I’d recounted how my sisters and I had met Elvis. Needless to say, she was blown away. I didn’t blame her. I still had a hard time believing any of it was real myself. I then went on and told her about our Las Vegas trip.
I didn’t hear from Elvis Monday night. By early Tuesday morning, it was all over the news that Jerry Lee had been arrested outside of Graceland. He had returned in the early morning hours and nudged the front gates with his Lincoln, demanding to see Elvis with a Derringer .38 pistol in his possession. As I listened to the news, I remembered Elvis’s comments regarding Jerry; maybe Elvis had been right not to have seen him that night. I wondered what Elvis had been thinking when Jerry returned.
Wednesday evening rolled around without any word from Elvis. It had only been a few days, but I wondered why he hadn’t called. He had seemed to want to see me again after our time together in Las Vegas, and he’d certainly acted like I was special to him, with all of the things he had said and done.
From his affectionate behavior toward me, I would have thought Elvis might have at least called to say hello. After all, I was the proud owner of a bracelet with his name on it, and he had declared, “Now everyone will know you belong to me.”
My doubts began to swirl, as I wondered whether he’d really meant the things he’d said to me. Was it possible that maybe I was placing more value on our time together than he did? I hoped not.
When Larry, the man I’d been
Jerry Lee Lewis? I was amazed. Much to my surprise, though, Elvis told me he didn’t want to see Jerry Lee.
“He’s a great piano player and performer, but I just think he’s crazy,” Elvis said. Getting the guard back on the phone, Elvis instructed him to tell Jerry Lee he was unavailable.
I didn’t get to meet Mr. Lewis in those early morning hours, but it had been one heck of a date. By now I was exhausted. When I told Elvis I thought it was time for me to leave, he surprised me again, asking, “Would you like to go on tour with me sometime?”
I’d barely had the chance to absorb what I’d already experienced over the weekend, but I was thrilled by the offer and curious about what other new worlds I might experience with Elvis. “Yes,” I said at once.
Elvis had singled me out, pursued me, and said things that made me feel special. Yet a small part of me still wasn’t fully sure how he felt about me, because we were just getting to know one another. There had been no passionate kisses or heavy petting, and the fact that he’d been such a gentleman fueled my attraction to him even more. I thought Elvis was a fascinating man, and I definitely wanted to learn more about him.
Before I left, Elvis kissed me lightly for the second time, another gentlemanly peck. I found it hard to say good-bye because the word sounded final. Instead of saying good-bye, I chose to say, “I’ll see you later,” hoping, in some strange way, that this magic phrase might guarantee I’d see him again.
And, for the rest of my time with Elvis, I never would say good-bye when leaving Graceland because I always wanted to come back to him.
CHAPTER 5
After that first exhilarating, overwhelming trip to Las Vegas with Elvis, I tried to resume my normal life. I slept briefly and went right back to work at the dress shop for a couple of hours that Monday afternoon and didn’t tell anyone there about my weekend.
After work, my friend Teri stopped by my house and we went for a drive in her car. By then I was about ready to burst; I couldn’t resist telling her about my adventures. “You’ll never guess who I met over the weekend,” I said, deliberately trying to sound casual.
“Who?”
“Elvis.”
Teri slammed on the brakes, pulled over to the side of the road, and refused to drive until I’d recounted how my sisters and I had met Elvis. Needless to say, she was blown away. I didn’t blame her. I still had a hard time believing any of it was real myself. I then went on and told her about our Las Vegas trip.
I didn’t hear from Elvis Monday night. By early Tuesday morning, it was all over the news that Jerry Lee had been arrested outside of Graceland. He had returned in the early morning hours and nudged the front gates with his Lincoln, demanding to see Elvis with a Derringer .38 pistol in his possession. As I listened to the news, I remembered Elvis’s comments regarding Jerry; maybe Elvis had been right not to have seen him that night. I wondered what Elvis had been thinking when Jerry returned.
Wednesday evening rolled around without any word from Elvis. It had only been a few days, but I wondered why he hadn’t called. He had seemed to want to see me again after our time together in Las Vegas, and he’d certainly acted like I was special to him, with all of the things he had said and done.
From his affectionate behavior toward me, I would have thought Elvis might have at least called to say hello. After all, I was the proud owner of a bracelet with his name on it, and he had declared, “Now everyone will know you belong to me.”
My doubts began to swirl, as I wondered whether he’d really meant the things he’d said to me. Was it possible that maybe I was placing more value on our time together than he did? I hoped not.
When Larry, the man I’d been
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