Elvis and Me

by Priscilla Beaulieu Presley

“Hi, Baby. How’s my girl?” he asked, his voice bright and full of energy. Happy to hear from him, I said, “I’m fine, Elvis.” I tried to mention how lonely I was, but he cut in. “It won’t be long, Baby. Just a few more weeks, and we’ll be wrapping up.” “I’m glad. I’ll be so happy to see you.” “Well, then, let me hear some enthusiasm.” He began describing a silly incident that had taken place on the set that day, trying to make me laugh. I wanted to say, “Elvis, talk to me, help me get through these new experiences.” But I realized that he didn’t want to hear about my problems. He felt he had enough of his own. When he asked me how I was doing, I became very animated and said, “Just great, Elvis. Everything is wonderful.” But when we hung up, I still felt an emptiness. I began counting the days until he came home.