╢ You be always on my mind ... obsessively ╢Elvis Presley╢

💔 Rebel, part one 💔

10 am.

Patti woke up; She raised herself on one elbow and rubbed her eyes. A trickle of light shone through the undrawn curtain. Patti put her bare feet on the floor and went to the window and pulled down the curtains. As the sun and brightness burst in, she felt immediately better. She opened the window and let in some fresh air. Then she looked out the window - it looked out over the green grounds of the property.

Patti stretched and then saw an imposing bouquet of beautiful red roses on a coffee table in a vase. The girl stared at them in surprise and came closer. She touched the petals with her fingers and then saw the attached note.

Little Patti,

All the best in your new life in old Memphis.

Hugs and kisses,

Elvis.

It was nice, but it's better if no one finds out about the roses. Then Patti heard a knock. She put the note in her nightgown pocket and said:

— Please come in!

The door opened and Billy Smith stood in the doorway. He was smiling beaming at the sight of Pat standing next to the roses.

— Hi — said hello. — Did you get any sleep?

— Yes — she said, pointing to the bouquet. —Who brought it?

—Probably Dorothy, the maid — Billy muttered and stepped in. —What would you like for breakfast? Dorothy or Esther are coming.

— Can't I do something myself?— Patti asked. — It's stupid if someone ...

— It's their job — Billy muttered.—I'm sorry, but now you live here and ...

—I don't have to be like every inhabitant — Patti raised an eyebrow. —  I'd like to make my own breakfast, Billy.

Billy pursed his lips and explained:

— Pat, everyone is served here, so take it easy.

Patti grabbed the robe, put it on, and walked past Billy, who stood surprised. She knew where the kitchen was and went there. When she stopped in front of the door, she knocked and stepped inside. She saw Graceland cook Burk and his assistant, Duke. Dorothy, a maid in her 50s, raised her eyebrows. All three were surprised by this girl's entry.

—Miss Pamela — Dorothy began, but Patti corrected her.

— Just Pat, Dorothy. Wouldn't it be a problem if I made my own breakfast?

Burke and Duke looked at each other, and Burke replied;

— That's my job, ma'am.

— I appreciate it, but I'd rather ...

—Patti prefers breakfast delivered to her room — came a firm voice. Patti turned to see Elvis standing in his robe with his arms crossed. —Right, Patti?

The girl opened her mouth to protest, but Elvis approached her and, taking her in his arms like a disobedient child, added:

—We will not disturb you. Come on, Patricia.

When Elvis left, carrying her in his arms, and started down the corridor, it took a moment for Patti to recover from her shock.

— Let me go — she said, and he was serious. — Elvis, now.

— Why didn't you let them deliver breakfast?— He asked, and on the way they found the Colonel, who raised his eyebrows at the sight. — Hello, Tom.