Love Knows No Age [Elvis]

Chapter 5 - Nagging Anita

Elvis nagging Anita or a nagging Anita?

This chapter has a phone conversation between Elvis and Anita Wood, who he dated for five years, starting in 1957. So, I didn't know this, but Anita actually called Elvis while he was in Germany and taped the conversation! Yeah, I know. She berated him about whether he was seeing anyone "over there" in Germany. He got a bit annoyed with her nagging him about it, so he lied to her and said there was nobody. He used a bit of language, too (Elvis swore like a sailor according to some sources, but I never add language in my stories, at least the words he used). This was probably after news came out that he met Priscilla and was spending time with her. Just not to mess the story up at all, I'm going to say that phone call never happened, and the two have a phone conversation with each other while she is in New York after he is already home. She was probably in Memphis for his homecoming, but we'll say she's in NY. Also, I'm not sure when she got the offer from Paramount Pictures. We'll just say it was at this time.

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"Well, I guess we won't have any beef roast tonight."

The Colonel glanced over at me as he was driving down a main busy street, near to where the studio was located, and the sky was black, yet the streets were lit up due to the streetlights and passing cars. It was getting close to nine.

"I'm sorry, Elvis," he said, "but they wanted to cut the rest of the records in one sitting."

I huffed through my nose, disappointed. "Yeah, I know. It's not your fault. I'm just complainin'."

He glanced over at me again, then looked back at the road and snickered. "You look like a pouting child with your arms folded and that frown on your face. It's not the end of the world, you know." I pressed my lips together. He noticed my silence. "The roast isn't the only thing you're upset about missing out on, is it?"

Nothing got passed him. "Yeah, you're right. I just feel bad that she made a dinner and we never showed up for it, and that's after we left 'er to do all those dishes. She said she likes doin' 'em, but I still feel bad."

"As is your nature. Don't sweat it, okay? Mary's been doing this for a while and knows that more often than not, you have late nights. She probably made the roast, and she, Vernon and Hugh had a nice dinner together. She wasn't by herself."

Dad went home around four since he had a nasty headache and wanted to go home and rest. "Yeah, you're right. Thanks."

We turned a corner. "For what? Not letting you worry about her?"

"I guess so." I looked at him and away from the busy LA streets. "Colonel, you really don't like that I feel somethin' for Mary, do ya?"

Houses passed this time. We were taking a shorter route back to the mansion. He let out a sigh. "Well... I can't control how you feel about someone, but I can control what you do about it."

"So... don't let anythin' happen between Mary and me." I paused, and my heart started racing when I recalled the other night in the kitchen. "Somethin' almost did."

He stopped at another corner, and he looked over at me as other cars went by on the road in front of us. "What do you mean?"

"The other night... I came home late and found 'er in the kitchen. We talked a bit, and... I don't know... there was this moment when we were close and... I could've kissed 'er in that moment. She stepped away before anythin' could happen."

"And I'm glad that nothing did, and nothing better happen in the future. It's called self-control, which you don't have a lot of the time since you always are involved with one girl or another, sometimes two at once. That's not going happen again."