“Did you find what you were looking for at that bar?” he asked after a moment.“Somehow, yes. Managed to book Elvis for the funeral.”He gave a start. “Presley? Is he . . . a ghost?” he asked in an almost whisper.Oh, why was that charming? Why was that so charming?I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from grinning, because I was still annoyed with him. “No”—I took out a poster from my back pocket and unfolded it to show him exactly which Elvis I was referring to—“but he’s the next best thing.”He held a hand over his mouth to hide a laugh. “An impersonator? For a funeral?”“You didn’t know Dad,” I replied, pocketing the poster again.“He sounds like a riot.”
valeriyatretyak12 августа 2022“Did you find what you were looking for at that bar?” he asked after a moment.“Somehow, yes. Managed to book Elvis for the funeral.”He gave a start. “Presley? Is he . . . a ghost?” he asked in an almost whisper.Oh, why was that charming? Why was that so charming?I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from grinning, because I was still annoyed with him. “No”—I took out a poster from my back pocket and unfolded it to show him exactly which Elvis I was referring to—“but he’s the next best thing.”He held a hand over his mouth to hide a laugh. “An impersonator? For a funeral?”“You didn’t know Dad,” I replied, pocketing the poster again.“He sounds like a riot.”
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