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    I cleared my throat, and tried to play it cool.
    “You look as if you’ve seen a ghost!” Sue patted me on the back.
    Elvis nodded in agreement and rose from the couch. He temptingly ran his hands down his trousers, aligning their sharp crease. Circling an enormous glass tabletop between the couch and where I stood, he sauntered my way like poetry in motion, pausing to acknowledge the headless Elvis loitering near the fireplace.
    “Bad day, buddy?” Elvis asked with a light chuckle, and a nervous laugh escaped my lips as I avoided eye contact with Sue.
    He continued toward me, and my gaze melted into his magnetic blue eyes. His movement displaced the air, propelling the smell of his cologne into my nostrils and I involuntarily inhaled.
    “I’m sorry.” I looked back to Sue and forced a smile. “What were you saying?”
    Elvis leaned casually against the arched doorway of the living room, his arms folded across his chest. Though he gave the appearance of listening attentively, his eyes traveled up and down my body in a smoldering appraisal that I tried to ignore.
    “The way you started, I thought maybe you noticed it, too.” Sue said, pointing back to the couch.
    Elvis and I followed her direction. There on the immaculate surface of the cushion was the distinct impression of his perfectly formed behind. I glanced at Elvis for an explanation, but he only shrugged.
    “You see it, too!”
    I turned back to Sue and feigned shock.
    “Don’t overdo it, Sam,” Elvis warned.
    Had he been close enough, I would have given serious thought to shoving a swift elbow into his side, if that was even possible.
    “Oh, we see this all the time.” Sue waved her hand dismissively.
    “Sure, all the time,” her friend spoke up.
    “But he’s only here when the crowds are small,” Sue clarified.
    I must have looked like a bobble-head as I looked back and forth between the two women.
    “He?” I wanted verification from Sue.
    “Me,” Elvis said.
    “Elvis,” said Sue.
    My thoughts were whirling with the madness.
    “I’m glad you told me, or I might have thought I was going mad.” I held my hands tightly to hide my nervousness.
    “Oh no, he’s here often.” Sue said cheerfully as the four of us stared at the large couch with its mysterious indentation.
    I loosened my clutched hands, feeling comforted that my secret was so far safe.
    “I think he enjoys this little game of ghost.” Her friend added.
    “That does sound like him, yes,” I smiled at Elvis’ silly expression and his pointed finger moving in small circles close to his temple. I recall it was you who was nicknamed crazy!
    “Oh, we have a few other secrets, too.” Sue’s tone of voice was coy, and her eyes twinkled.
    “Really?” said Elvis, his eyebrows rising as he stepped away from the wall.
    I moved into his line of vision and blocked him from our banter. I could hear him chuckling from behind me.
    “What would that be, if you don’t mind my asking?” I continued.
    “Well, take the ceiling in the foyer for instance.” Sue’s eyes widened with excitement.
    As she turned her back to the living room and returned to the foyer of Graceland, the four of us followed, staring upward to the ceiling.
    “I don’t see it,” I confessed.
    “In the left upper corner, see that patch?” Sue pointed.
    I had to strain to see the small cracks of plaster that were partially repaired.
    “What caused the hole?”
    “Elvis’ temper caused it.” Sue laughed.
    “He shot out the toilet upstairs.” Her friend giggled.
    My mouth hung open. That Elvis had a temper was well known, but the bullet-damaged wall truly brought home for me just how hot he could burn.
    The front door of Graceland swung open, and a new group of tourists walked through, giving us nothing more than a glance as they passed by. I couldn’t help but notice the look of I-cannot-believe-we-are-here wonderment on each face. And when I turned back, I was surprised to find we were all alone.