Faded Love [Elvis Presley]

Chapter 2

I was done packing up. Everything else was my roommates'. Her bed was here the dresser. I came to rent a room here in Memphis Mary Anne Wheeler when I moved here. I called her ad when I was studying medical in college. Then ended up in the nursing field from there.

So, I had a few books and a few clothing. Nothing heavy to move over to my new room in Graceland. I still could not fathom that I was going to Graceland. This was going to be amazing. I always had been a huge Elvis fan. I had saw everyone of his movies.

Of all the years I had been living here in Memphis, I never once got to meet the man in person. Now here was my chance. I was going to be working for him.

He was going to be my boss. After hearing so many stories about how generous he was I hoped he was going to be a great boss. I hoped I would not be to star struck when I came to work for him.

"Hey, Sandra, the movers here to pick up your things" Mary Anne knocks on my door.

I whirl around. "Movers? I did not hire any movers. I do not need them!" I laugh.

"Well Mr. Presley hired them and sent them over" she says with a smile. I was going to miss Mary Anne. I enjoyed living here with her. "No worries about me. I will find a new roomie in no time" she adds as though she read my mind. She hugs me. "You are working for Elvis. Some girls have all the luck" she sighs.

Her blond hair dangles in her face. She takes the strand then tucks it back into her bun that was on top of her head. Some movers come in. Looking for things to move. They looked a little confused. I did not blame them. I had about two boxes. Of clothing and bed sheets.

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"Is this it miss?" one man asks me.

I nod. "Yes, this is it. The bed and things are hers. Do not take them" I warn the movers.

They shrug at one another. Then one each grabs a box and heads out the door.

"Elvis did not need to hire movers for me. I wish Ginger would have let me know about this" I sigh as I place my hands on my hips.

Mary Anne smiles at me. "Maybe there was not enough time. Or maybe Elvis did it and Ginger did not know about it. You know how men are. They like to take charge. I wish I had one" she grumbles.

"The right man will come along in the right time" I remind her.

She always tells me that.

She winces. "Ouch, feeding me my own words eh?"

I laugh and nod my head yes. "I know one thing I will really miss around here" I say wistfully.

"Oh, what is that?" she wonders.

"Borrowing all your groovy clothing. Who am I going to borrow from now?" I tease her.

She had great taste. Always had something in the latest fashion. Me well I could hardly afford anything new. I was still paying off college loans. And paying rent. I often shopped and the local thrift stores. That was all I could afford right now.