TITLE: My Deal With Elvis
GENRE: MG Contemporary
I had to find a way to talk Elvis into looking for George Edwards’s plot. If my hunch was right the gold and money were there. It made perfect sense.
“I sure do hate how Charlotte and her brother go around acting like they’re better than everybody, don’t you?” I asked.
“What makes them think they can do whatever they want?” I asked.
I couldn’t read his face, so I said, “and kicking Luther out of the house he’s lived in his whole life.”
“That’s why I agreed to help you win the talent show," I said. "Show Charlotte she’s not queen of Milledgeville.”
“Yup,” he said.
“And I will help, it’s just, it might be smart to have a plan B. I mean, in the unlikely event you don’t win.”
"What do you mean, unlikely event?” That got his attention. He stared a hole through me.
“It’s just if we were to make a monumental discovery—say, the last known outlaw’s hidden booty—we’d be somebodies. Right?”
Elvis narrowed his eyes.
“I wouldn’t be some convict’s kid who had to repeat the third grade and you wouldn’t be the weirdo kid who dresses like some dead singer.”
He sat on the bench beside me and reached around the back of his neck. He pulled up his shirt collar. “I like dressing like Elvis Presley.”