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

💔 I'll get you soon 💔

It's been two days since Patti moved in with Tina. Her old friend turned out to be wonderful -Patti forgot for a moment about her problem with Elvis.

But Patti didn't want to take advantage of Tina's hospitality - she had some money from Billy and she could always ask Vernon for help.

When Tina went to work, Patti was sitting in her apartment, afraid to go outside. She still had the feeling that when she crossed the threshold, Elvis or one of his people would show up and turn her momentary freedom into a real prison. Possibly something bad will happen to her ...

Patti shivered at the thought that Elvis might lend a hand to her loss of health or life. She was standing by the window and she drew the curtain in an instant - it was getting a little darker in the room. The other window was left open, letting in daylight.

It was 8 am and Patti did not want to sleep anymore, although her sleepiness seemed to get worse since yesterday. As she made herself porridge and sat down at the table to eat, she wondered what to do next.

I can't live like this, this guy's paranoia has prevented me from functioning normally. God, I never would have thought that Elvis could become that. He seems to be a cute guy at concerts and interviews, and in private he was also charming. Why...

She paused, knowing that this agonizing was pointless. No reason why not restore her faith in Elvis. Not after he hit her. He didn't seem to want to, but that's no explanation.

I've never been a man's puppet, and never will be. Even for Elvis Presley.

She clenched her fist and continued eating the porridge.

Maybe Dixie felt something was wrong with him? After all, if she really wanted to come back to him, she would have done so after a while. She has said so many times that she loves him more than her life, but their relationship ended ... Elvis tried to get her back, but she was adamant. She must have known something about him that made her take such a step. Something that made her refuse to enter the same river again.

After Patti had eaten her oatmeal, she decided to watch something on TV. She sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. She came across a comedy that she just started watching. A bit of humor made her feel better, and for the first time she relaxed.

She had been sitting for such a good half an hour when she suddenly felt sick. Thinking it was momentary, she ignored it, but after a while had to go quickly to the bathroom. She fell to her knees and bent over the shell.

She vomited all the porridge. When she finished, she wiped her mouth and pushed her hair back.

Fucking stress. I need to stop thinking about it all and do something else. If I keep thinking about Elvis and all this madness, I'll just go crazy myself.

Patti got up, resolving to start thinking about herself and the future from today. After all, the best was ahead of her.

A few hours later.

Elvis sat in his dressing room and wiped his face with a towel. Tonight's concert was successful and Elvis could be pleased with himself. He was sitting in a chair when he heard a knock.

—Come in —he said, and then saw Joe Esposito.

—Boss —Joe nodded, and Elvis smiled at him.

—Hello, friend. Come on in, go ahead.

Joe closed the door and Elvis crossed his leg.

—How's today's report? — Presley asked, and put a towel on his lap. —What was my sweet wife doing today?