Love Knows No Age [Elvis]

Epilogue

About five years later...

What a day. It was mid-February, but it was still warm outside. We spent the whole day out there on the beach, and the sun was baking me from the inside out. It wasn't that warm, but warm enough to make me sweat. We did some night scenes as well, and those weren't that bad. At least, not when I was singing and dancing while performing "The Clam" number.

I collapsed into a red cushion chair and ran a hand down my face. I was so ready for bed. The Colonel would be a few more minutes since he was speaking with the movie director Boris Sagal about the next couple of weeks. We were near the end of filming, and the Colonel just wanted to make sure that this film wouldn't conflict with my next film "Tickle Me."

The clock on the wall in my dressing room, a room that was in a building not far from the hotel we were filming for the movie, read a little after nine.

I really hoped the Colonel wouldn't take too long talking.

My mind wondered. This would be a fun film. I couldn't wait to see it when we were through. Well, mainly, I couldn't wait to see it with Mary. I would fly home to Memphis, and I would see it with her as well as with the other actors of the film. I couldn't wait for that.

Quite a lot happened since Mary and I started our relationship. The country went insane when I formally said that I was romantically involved with a woman nearly twenty years my senior, and it was a good kind of insane for the most part. While a lot of people were against an older woman "playing cougar" as they called it, a lot of people, mainly my fans, wished us well. It was funny how those who called me a pedophile because of Pricilla turned around and thought Mary a cougar. Pricilla ended up, a few months back, marrying that GI she met after I left Germany. I was happy for her.

The Colonel had a rough go of me and Mary at first, but he learned to swallow the hard pill—I wouldn't stop my relationship with her no matter what. Even if it gave me a bad image to some people, it made me even more famous, the same with Mary. She became known as Elvis Presley's older girlfriend, and people would ask for her autograph, as well as mine, while we went places together.

Dad couldn't be happier for the two of us. Like the Colonel, he had to swallow that pill, but he saw just how happy both Mary and I were after suffering different losses. He had told me that if it weren't for us getting together, we would've been far more depressed. Time would hopefully heal us, but finding love made that time go faster. It was Dad who convinced the Colonel that Mary and I were a good idea, and finally, about year later, the Colonel accepted the relationship.

It was hard leaving Mary that next April after I came home from the army, but we stayed in touch, and I made it a priority to come home after every film or event that took me away from Memphis. The first gig was the TV special with Frank Sinatra. Now that was something. As I thought, meeting my favorite singer was surreal. People who had met me said the same thing—I finally knew what they felt. I was so star-struck, I could barely speak when I met him. I was such a moron. He was patient and friendly with me, though. He was a pretty swell guy. It was odd to think that he was only two years older than my girlfriend, and I tried not to think about it as we rehearsed and did the show. After, though, I showed him a picture of Mary in my wallet, and he complemented her beauty. I quickly put the picture away after that. He was a single man at that time.