Faded Love! [Elvis Presley]

Chapter 3

Meeting Elvis......

I was going to meet Elvis. After all the years of living in Memphis finally I was meeting my favorite singer of all time. I better remain cool and calm. I was going to be working for the man. Be professional. I hear the clock ding again letting me know that it was noon.

I take a deep breath and head down the stairs there. My hand glides down the long rail there. I see the handsome photo of a younger Elvis Presley hanging on the wall near the stair case. I hear talking downstairs. And laughing. His laughter. I knew it from the movies. From tv. From interviews. That cheery deep laugh. He was here.

I take one more deep breath for good measure. Then I head around that little corner. I see so many people in the dining room. I spot Vernon Presley right away. Elvis father. He had on a dark blue suit and a white shirt. He had a gray mustache under his nose. A happy twinkle in his eyes. Curly gray hair.

I soon see Elvis Memphis Mafia that were always with him. I really had no clue what their names were. I was sure that I was going to get to know them. I spot an African American woman there in a maid outfit standing next to Elvis side. Ginger Alden was on the other side of Elvis as they talked.

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Elvis!

He was taller in person than I imagined him to be. So much taller than I was. He had on a cowboy hat. His famous side black sideburns caressed the side of his handsome face. His long black hair was tucked under his hat.

He was wearing southern style cowboy get up that day. A bright red shirt. That buttoned up to his collar bone. He wore dark blue jeans that hugged him nicely. I could not tell if he was wearing cowboy boots, but I was almost certain that he was.

Our eyes finally meet from across the room there. I never felt more nervous than I did at this very moment. I clasp my hands together as I wait for someone to talk to me. Kind of welcome me into the conversation.

I did not want to be rude and interrupt anyone. God his eyes were such a bright blue. It was like you could nearly see the sky's reflection from the window to his eyes if he were to look out the window. My throat feels dry. A loss for words. How was I going to talk??

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"Elvis! Look who is here? The nurse that I hired is here" Ginger finally acknowledges my presence there in the room. Ginger makes her way to my side. Elvis eyes are directly on me. "I know you had said you did not need a nurse. But with Dr. Nick gone a lot this will be a remarkable thing! She can help you" Ginger seems to remind him.

He was holding his hands together. Then he shrugs' his shoulders before walking over to meet with me. He looks me over then nods and smiles. "Welcome!" is all he grunts to me.

"Thank you for having me out here Mr. Presley. I am always ready to assist you" I offer.

"Hello what is your name lovely lady?" Vernon questions me.

My mouth feels suddenly dry again. Making it hard to get words to come out of my mouth. "My name is Sandra sir. Sandra McCall" I answer him. He extends his hand out for me to shake. So, I offer my hand out to him. His huge hand cups mine then shakes my hand.

"Welcome, to Graceland" Vernon tells me with a smile on his face.

"We better get going E. See you tomorrow" one of the Mafia says suddenly.

"You do not have to go on her account" grumbles Elvis as he points to me.

"No, we have things to do. But we will talk later E" another says.

Elvis sees his friends to the door. He does not pleased that his friends were leaving because of me. But they did. They left. "Have a seat, shall we? Let's have this wonderful lunch that my cook here Mary made for us" Elvis demands as he smiles over at the woman who looked like she might be a maid. Mary smiles kindly before leaving the room. I wait to sit down.

Elvis sits down after he holds a chair out for Ginger to sit beside him. Vernon gets a chair out for me. I sit down. "Thank you, sir," I say to Vernon before I am seated. Then Vernon sits next to me. We are to join hands. Then Elvis prays over our meal.

"Dig in y'all" Elvis orders to us.

"Mary really out did herself today" Ginger says happily as we begin to dig into the food that was on the table. I felt too nervous to eat. But I was going to have to eat.

Or I might seem to be rude to Elvis if I did not eat.

I see there are baked beans, cornbread, sweet tea, corn on the cob, so much more on the table. Everything looked and smelled really good. I try to take a little of everything on my plate. Soon by the time I was done my plate was completely full of food.

Elvis and Vernon were chattering away. Ginger was starting to eat her meal after she placed her napkin on over her lap. No one was really talking with me yet. I felt nervous and quiet as I nit pick at my food and began to eat.

The meal went by quickly. Then we all joined Elvis over in what was the Jungle Room for drinks. Elvis handed me one. I shake my head no then tell him I was on the clock and did not drink.

He did not look pleased with that remark. But I was not supposed to be drinking. And this was my job. To help him. I was not really sure what I was doing here. Before long Vernon headed on home. And it was only Elvis, Ginger, and myself. We sit together out in the living room.

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"Mr. Presley is there anything you would like to ask of me?" I wonder.

"Yeah what the hell do I need a damn nurse for?" he chuckles. He shakes his head. "Ginger I told you I did not want or need another nurse around here" he tells his fiancée.

"Elvis you do to! You really do! And you promised me after what happened with Dr. Nick that you would try! For me. For us. Are you lying to me Elvis?" Ginger demands to know.

He glares at her then me. "Hell, no I am not lying to anyone! I am a damn grown man and I do not need anyone to take care of me!" he snaps angrily.

He storms out of the room.

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"I am so so sorry about that. Elvis promised me he would hire someone. Then he had me hire you. He gets so busy and he forgets things. You know? Please do not leave. He really wants you here" Ginger pleads with me. She looks very worried.

"Why exactly does Mr. Presley need a nurse on hand here at Graceland?" I wonder.

"He is not really willing to tell anyone. And he had me find out by accident. Come upstairs and I will show you while he is outside now" she rambles out nervously.

I do as she says, and I follow her up the stairs again. We head in another room. "This is Mr. Presley's room. Come to his bathroom before he gets back in here" she says in a hurry. I do as I am told. I wonder what the hell is going on. Ginger grabs a pill bottle from the bathroom. Then shows them to me. "Elvis is on these. He is hooked and he does not need them. Sometimes he has not waken up and it scared me. He needs a nurse out here. He is dependent on these drugs. He needs you. He needs to get off these before it kills him" states Ginger sternly.

She thrust's the pill bottle into my hands.

Why was this doctor of his giving Elvis such a heavy does of pills??

"If we do not get him off these, I worry he might die on us" Ginger tells me. "He promised me that when I found out about these that I could hire a nurse to watch over him. And I did. You. Please help him get rid of these. He does not need these. He needs you!" states Ginger with hope pleading in her eyes.

I was at a loss for words. I did not know what to say to make her feel better.

"I will do my best" is all I find myself saying.

Trustfully I had no idea how to get Elvis off such a powerful d**g if he was hooked on these. This was worse than I thought. I had trained for things like this.

But never had worked with someone who had been hooked on drugs. I was not expecting this. Not at all. Now what the hell was I going to do?? I had to find a way to make Elvis want to save himself. That was not going to be an easy job.

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