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Hey Folks,

Every year approximately 100 valentines get sent to Elvis Presley to this day even though he died 36 years ago. She had us write a short story around the person who might write one of these valentines day cards. Enjoy

Mrs. Hallendale was sitting in her den the soft clicking of knitting needles filled the room. A musty smell of an older lady was wafting through the room. “Ma, you’re not sending another valentine to Elvis again this year are you?” A younger male said tossing a little white envelope with pink hearts down onto the table in front of Mrs. Hallendale. The man sifted his way through the rest of mail, piece by piece. “How do you know it’s a valentine dear, it could just be a normal everyday card?” Mrs. Hallendale replied in a nice motherly tone of voice.
“It’s covered in tiny pink hearts Ma, and it has Mr. Presley written on the front in your hand writing.”
“Johnny so what if I want to wish him a happy Valentines day? Old people like us like this kind of thing.”
“He’s dead Ma, he kicked the bucket in ’77, 36 years ago, when I was five.”
“He did not! They have no proof, he probably went into hiding.”
“They’ve got him on ice Ma.” The soft clicking noise stopped as Mrs. Hallendale laid down her knitting needles; a scornful look obvious on her wrinkled face. “Get OUT!” She screamed, “He’s alive and he will one day come here to marry me!” With a shrug Johnny turned on his heel, checked to make sure the stove was off and stepped out on to the sidewalk. Looking over his shoulder he noticed how beaten up his mother’s house was. Clicking open his cellphone he dialled a number.
“Hey Janice, … Hi … Ma’s Alzheimer’s is just getting worse, she kicked me out again, you might want to come up here for a few days. … Alright, Bye.” Starting up his truck with a roar of the engine Johnny drove away.

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