Chapter 4
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Late nights......
Ginger and I had more of a talk about Elvis habits. And the drugs he was on. It was pretty deep. It was no wonder back when she was hiring me, she had made sure that I was not going to go to the press with this.
I could see where her concerns came from. Elvis did not seem to like me being there one little bit. It was more like he was putting up with me for Ginger's sake. And he was going along with what she wanted.
"He fired Dr. Nick for me. But I am worried he will come back in his life when Elvis goes back on the pills. Pills are a hard habit to break. And I can't marry him knowing that he is on a dangerous path. I told him either get well and get off the pills or the wedding is postponed" Ginger tells me as we sit on the couch in the living room together.
"But Elvis does not want me being here" I sigh. "He did not want to hire me? How is this going to work?" I wonder.
"If Elvis wants to marry me, he will do as I say. We are to wed on Christmas Eve this coming year" she announces.
But giving him an ultimatum? That was never going to work out. Men hated that!
I shake my head. "I am not sure how this is going to work" I sigh.
"Please stay! For Elvis! He needs us both more than he is willing to admit right now" Ginger confides in me.
Elvis enters the room. He sees that I am still here. "She is here still huh?" he snidely remarks.
"Mr. Presley. Miss. Alden shared what is going on. I am willing to work with you. If you want that" I speak up.
Our eyes meet. His blue eyes look coldly into mine. His jaw is pretty tenses about now.
"Elvis for me. Remember you made a promise that we would marry next year. And I want that too. But not if you are going to be ill on me. Or die on me. Elvis I can't handle that" Ginger is pleading with him. She touches his arm after she had gotten up and joined his side.
"Fine. The nurse stays" he grumbles at long last. Not Sandra stays. Just "the nurse" stays!
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Ouch!
I must say that did sting a little bit. Later that afternoon Ginger was the one to give me a tour of Graceland. Then soon it was dinner time. It was only Ginger, Elvis and myself there for dinner. Elvis still prayed with us before the meal.
But none of us really talked much. Ate quietly and glanced at one another.
"Elvis and I are going to marry at Christmas time. It will be so magical. Elvis favorite colors are red and that way with it being Christmas the color will make total sense right baby?" Ginger breaks the silence at last. "We are having the wedding right here at Graceland. Lisa Marie is going to be the flower girl. She will look so pretty"
We listen to Ginger ramble on about wedding details. Elvis is looking at me. Making me more nervous by the minute. Like he did not trust me. Or that he was not sure what to think about me. I had a feeling he really wanted to send me packing out on my way. I glance away from his deadly gaze and look back to my plate of food. I hardly touched a thing.
"Not hungry Miss. McCall?" Elvis suddenly asks me in a cold tone.
I gulp. "No not really. May I be excused to my quarter's sir? I have a bit of a head ache" I lie.
"Go right ahead" Elvis replies dully.
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I finally leave the table. I was sure that I was going to pay for that later. I would be starving by the time midnight came rolling around. I really was not sure how the hell I was going to sleep here in this place.
Knowing that my favorite singer pretty much hated my guts. It was not an easy feeling to deal with in the pit of my stomach. I close the door behind me when I got to my room. I pace the floor. Elvis did not want me here. Why stay? Why stay where I was not wanted? Though Ginger was really worried about him.
And if I left, she was sure to find another nurse. And that nurse would be the hero if she came into take my place. And I might get fired from my job back at the hospital for not taking Elvis on. Panic sets in.
I sit down on the bed. Take in deep breaths. Mary Anne expected me to call her. But there was no way that I was going to call her right now when I was not even sure if I was going to keep this job. And not to mention the fact that Elvis hates my guts. This was bad. This was so bad. What was the right thing to do??
Soon there was a knock on my bedroom door.
"May I come in? It is Ginger" I hear her say.
"Come on in" I agree.
She opens the door. She lets herself in. "I am so sorry for how Elvis is taking this. About you being here. I swear he was on board with it all. He told me that I could hire you" she begins to say.
"But maybe I should leave. He really does not want me to be here" I argue. "I hate to make him feel like he has to have me here"
"But he does need you. And I need you too. Please can't you see what is at stake?" she begs of me.
She was really asking a lot of me.
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"Please stay!" she begs.
"I will try. But if things get to be to much for Elvis then I will have to go. I must say I never have worked with anyone addicted to meds before. I have been trained in that. But never worked with a person before that had that problem" I sigh. "I am not a real professional on that yet"
"But please. Your boss said you were the best. And that you were dependable" she begs.
"I said I will stay. I will try and I will" I chime in a reminder to her.
With shock she hugs me. "Thank you" she says then we pull apart. "I do not know what to do about this either. I figured if he had someone he can trust and get to know then he will stop if he is courage to drop the habit. He lost other girls because of that. I am willing to stick around. And I will show him that. But if he does not stop then I can't stay" she mutters sadly.
"I do not blame you. I think you are doing the right thing" I tell her. She nods.
"Thank you. He does not think I am" she sighs. "I better go. It is getting late. I best be going home" she suddenly tells me.
"Wait you are not staying here too? On the grounds?" I ask as I grab her hand and stop her.
She laughs then shakes her head no. "I am not married yet. I am not that kind of a girl. I will stay here when I am married to Elvis though. Sorry you will be alone here with Mr. Presley. I will return in the morning" she answers me. "See you then" she says before leaving me.
Fuck!
I guess at nights I would either have to go to bed or get to know my new boss. And I had a strong feeling he did not want to get to know me. That was for certain.
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