The Housekeeper's Daughter [Elvis]

Chapter 7 - Peanut Butter & Banana Sandwiches

Memories of that day came back, and the tears that I saw in Megan's eyes. "I'm sorry again for that. Sometimes the Colonel doesn't have a filter."

She nodded. "Yes, I have gathered that. Is he alright? I mean, has he been treatin' you fine?"

I smirked at her concern. "As well as a manager should. He's a good guy."

She nodded again, and then looked up at the cupboards. "So... what to snack on?"

I leaned off of the counter and went to the pantry that was near the ice box. I came out with a loaf of sliced bread and peanut butter and placed the two on the counter I was leaning against a moment ago. Megan eyed the two items.

"Peanut butter sandwiches?"

I took a bunch of bananas out of the fruit bowl on the counter. "Somethin' much better. Peanut butter and banana sandwiches. It's my go-to whenever I want a snack. Actually, it's one of my favorite dishes, especially fried and with bacon."

"Really?" She came over and stood next to me, and a flowery scent wafted into my nose. I couldn't help but take it in and allow it to tickle my nerves pleasurably. "The famous Elvis Presley's favorite food is peanut butter and banana sandwiches? Who would've thought?"

I chuckled. "Go on, you can laugh."

"I'm not laughing."

"I know I'm a strange man. I love peanut butter and banana sandwiches and my favorite color is pink."

"There's nothing wrong with pink."

I gave her a side glance. "Admit that my room looks like a girl's room." She pursed her lips, trying not to smile. "See?"

"I think your room is great, and that bed is quite comfortable. Of course, I found that out in a rather embarrassing way. Sorry 'bout that, again."

"Hey, it's in the past. No need to worry your head 'bout it anymore. Now, let's have some sandwiches. You know, I've liked these since I was a small thing. My momma made 'em best."

Something squeezed my throat at remembering my momma making these for me when I was younger, and how much I loved them because my momma made them.

"Maybe I can make us both one?" Megan proposed.

I cleared my throat of the emotion rising. "How 'bout I make us both one? Ya'll do a lot of the cookin' and other chores. It's my turn. Just like the vacuum."

I fetched a butter knife and started to prepare the sandwiches. As I was spreading the peanut butter, I noticed Megan staring at me. I turned my head and caught her gaze. Her blue eyes widened. "I'm sorry," she said. "It's just... I'm so used to seein' ya in fancy things and such, and now..."

I suddenly felt very self-conscious. "Elvis Presley's just-out-of-bed look."

"It's going to start a trend."

"It's gonna be on the cover of the next Vogue magazine."

"Pfft!" Megan tried to hold in laughter, but it came out anyway, and I couldn't help but laugh along with her. Her laugh, like herself, was so pretty, and it rang like church bells. "I can see it, though. Do you know how many men style their hair like yours?"

I looked up and saw some of my falling bangs. "Hopefully not the same style it is right now."

"It still looks good."

"Why, thank you, kind miss."

We both chuckled at that, and I finished up the sandwiches. I got out small blue plates to put them on. I gave one to her, sandwich on it. "Thank you," she said.