Blue Like Elvis by Diane Moody

Author:Diane Moody [Moody, Diane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Christian, Romance
ISBN: 9780615625621
Google: bNxDkgEACAAJ
Amazon: B007PLH2JE
Publisher: OBT Bookz
Published: 2012-04-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 24

Things were different the rest of the week. I don’t know how the other girls felt, but even the air seemed different around us. Maybe I was just paranoid, but it felt like Mrs. Baker was surely hiding around the next corner, trailing me all over the hospital, ready to catch me on a potty break. I could just imagine her barging into my bathroom stall, tsk-tsk’ing me as she peered over her readers, warning, “Time’s a wasting!” It made for a most uncomfortable work environment, but the only thing I knew to do was work hard and go lots and lots of extra miles.

I was careful to watch my time for lunch and coffee breaks, but I still took them. Tucker met me for coffee on Thursday at the end of another of his 48-hour shifts. How he and the other residents pulled those long hours, I had no idea. He looked tired but good.

“They just released Dr. Love,” Tucker said before giving his face a hard rub. “I had a chance to stop by before he left. He seemed to be doing a lot better.”

“I’m glad he finally got to go home. I just hope he can get some rest.”

“Oh, I guarantee Elsie will see to that.”

I leaned forward. “Did you know he and Elvis are good friends?” I whispered.

He smiled. “Doesn’t surprise me.”

“So you knew?” I asked.

“No, but I’m sure their paths have crossed a few times. And probably right here at good ol’ BMH. Elvis is a regular customer around here, you know.”

I swatted his arm. “I know, I know. I just think it’s funny. Elvis and Dr. Love. I’d never figure them for friends.”

Tucker sipped his coffee. “Think about it, Shelby. Dr. Love doesn’t know a stranger. Elvis has . . . issues, shall we say. Memphis isn’t that big. And you’ve gotta figure someone like Elvis would seek out some kind of spiritual counseling from time to time. In between all the concerts. And all the girls. And—”

“Okay, okay. I get it.”

“But enough about Elvis. Are we still on for Saturday night?”

“Saturday night? Well, I’d planned to do some laundry and paint my nails. And I was thinking about sorting out my sock drawer. You mean besides that?”

His eyes narrowed, a trace of disappointment in them. “Shelby.”

“I’m just kidding. But I had you going for a moment there, didn’t I? Of course I remember. We’re having dinner at the Peabody. But are you sure you want to do something that fancy? I’d be perfectly happy with fried green tomatoes at Frankie’s.”

“Nah, let’s do something fancy. We can do Frankie’s any time.”

“Do I need to wear something formal? An evening gown? Should I dust off my tiara?”

“Dust away, Moonpie. You wear whatever you like. I’ll probably wear surgical scrubs, but whatever floats your pretty little boat.”

“Scrubs? Well, then. I’ll just iron my PJs and the two of us will make quite the fashion statement.”

“If we want to see the duck parade, I should probably pick you up at 4:30.

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