The Housekeeper's Daughter [Elvis]

Chapter 11 - Sizzlin' at the Pool

My legs dangled off of the edge of the diving board as the sun shined down on me. I was supposed to be cleaning this pool area, since it hadn't been cleaned since before I first came to this property. That meant about a month-and-a-half ago.

Had it really only been that long? It seemed longer.

No matter. At least I was at the mansion and not stuck at home in my room listening to Elvis records. It completely blew me away when he came by the day before and kidnaped me essentially. That was what the papers were calling it. It had only been a day, and the press exploded with the story of Elvis Presley going into a poor neighborhood to kidnap a couple of girls. They made him out to be a felon. Of course, he made a statement of what he was actually doing, but that didn't help much. If only people knew him like I did.

I let out a long breath as I leaned on my hands as my arms were stretched out behind me. I looked up at the clear blue sky, and summer warmth filled my face. "Well, I guess I'm famous now, the same with Allison."

Who went crazy when she first came into the mansion. She had to see every room, every building outside, every decoration... She said she wanted to remember everything in minute details. She only stayed an hour before one Elvis's detail brought her home. She told me that people stopped her and asked about being taken by Elvis. She was absorbing the attention. That was just like her.

I heard a door open and close, and I brought down my head to see who it was. My heart jumped at seeing Elvis walk out in a white polo shirt, light-blue slacks and his usual black and white loafers. I almost stood up.

"No, no, don't move!" He brought up a camera to his face and snapped a couple of times. The thing came down, revealing a grin on his face. "Now I have a camera to capture the moment this time."

He came up to the edge of the pool and stood there for a second. He looked so dreadfully handsome, it was frustrating. "I was just..." I began but stopped.

"Takin' a break? I don't blame ya." He came around to the entrance to the diving board. "May I join ya?"

"I don't think you need to ask my permission."

He grinned at that and came onto the diving board, and I held onto the edges of it so I wouldn't fall off as it bounced a little. He sat on the side of it, facing the house. I turned and did so, too. I noticed him put the camera to his face and take a couple more pictures... of me.

"I wish I could see those pictures right away," I said.

He put the camera down and he gave me a cute sly look. "Why, so you can see how pretty you are?"

"No, so I know which ones to burn."

"Aw, c'mon now... none of that talk. You look really good just sittin' there like that. Like a model."

"Oh, golly, I'm no model."

"You're as pretty as one, though."

I smiled at that, flattered. "You're a real charmer, you know that? And a real knucklehead for the stint you pulled yesterday. You do know what the press is sayin' 'bout ya, right?"

He shrugged a shoulder as he held the camera and tinkered with something on it. "It's all just talk. At least we know exactly what happened and why it happened."

I pursed my lips as I looked down at my white maid's shoes. "I bet he's madder than a hornet caught in a can."

He knew I was talking about the Colonel. "He's not happy for sure, but he'll learn to get over it. I just didn't want 'im to stomp all over me, as you said."

My heart dropped. "Oh my... I feel so rotten about what I said to you before I left. You didn't deserve that. You're a good person and that's why you don't like to inconvenience people."