Ode to the King

From the Memory File

Ode to the King

January, 1978

“If she knew I showed you this, she’d kill me,” he said. “But since she’s out with a girlfriend tonight, I think it’s safe.”

And with that, Joe opened the door to his sister’s bedroom and turned on a light.

It was a shrine to Elvis.

Autographed pictures of the late king, trinkets, posters, and personal mementos of all shapes and sizes adorned the walls and sat upon places of honor - the dresser, a night stand, a cabinet.

“She was a backup singer,” Joe said casually, strolling over to a small bear sitting on the bed and stroking the pelt. “He gave all of these things to her as gifts. They’re probably worth a fortune now. I thought you’d like to see them.”

It was an intimate moment - and a bit voyeuristic to say the least.

I wonder if Joe's sister ever found out about our trespass?

But as it's his birthday, and since it's been forty years, (not to mention the remotest of chances that she might actually be reading this), it's time to tell suspicious minds the truth.