Once I reproached him about the attention he was lavishing on the girlfriend of one of the regulars. She was very attractive, about my height, with black hair and a nice figure. She had come into the kitchen, where several of us were sitting, and Elvis, who was wearing dark sunglasses, began making comments like, “Boy, it’s getting warm in here. Anybody else warm?” I was so upset I left the room. I waited for him to go upstairs, then followed shortly behind him. “Elvis, I have to talk to you,” I said. “Sure, Honey, what is it?” “I saw the way you were eyeing that girl. It upset me.” “Look,
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