The Bride of Elvis

The astonishment on Darlene's face can be imagined when Elvis' tomb is found empty.

She usually wakes up, because it is the most beautiful time of the day on Grace Island, and it may be as beautiful as usual for Remembrance Day.

But this Monday was especially strange, when the Sunshine had long since shot in through Darlene's nine-foot-tall window frame, and she was lying there dreaming of Mara, the white and tender. She was awakened by the sun There, she dreamed that she had become a child again and was gobbling up Mara, while people around her continued to encourage her while laughing at her greed.

She rolled over, enjoying the comfortable temperature of the waterbed. The water bed is round with a leather edge rolled around it. She knitted cotton on her pillow and quietly listened to the sound of water in the bed.

Then she opened her eyes.

The device indicated the number on the siren was flashing. It must be running out of energy. Otherwise, she set the program wrong. It was probably eight o'clock, but Lu Allen was supposed to get off work at seven o'clock.

what happened?

It's Monday, and Darlene lay listlessly in bed. Another long day. Grace Island usually doesn't open until 9:30, and she still has a lot of time to check Elvis' data. And when she was in the gift shop, she gave Ella May a lot of hair and skin scraps, which she put in plastic boxes (Ira May can no longer excuse her being lazy and leaving her work to others), So she didn't have to do those things again this morning.

But five minutes later, she still got out of bed, put on a shower cap, took a shower, and sat down at the French dresser again.

She combed her long soft hair into large waves, then applied foundation and a cool, smooth layer of powder before she put on lipstick. Press the button, and a burst of music immediately floats out.

"Elvis, Elvis

Through golden light and flames

will come back again"

It's her favorite song, and she hums to Elvis's melodious singing, right down to the prophetic part of the song, about the ship's return full of Mara.

Darlene listened as she painted eyeshadow, her favorite was the green eyeshadow of the Murmel Green brand, which she bought at Rix-Matt in Mangalonella, only there. Just bought this eyeshadow.

She put big drops of thick black on her false lashes, and when the day's prophecy was over, she turned on the radio and stared at the closet.

" Love me tenderly, love me sincerely, and never let me leave you," Elvis' singing floated across the river.

Honey, just wait.

After she put on the lace blouse, a social public department sent another message calling for a last-ditch measure to deal with everyone. In case, during the return process, due to the prolonged delay of head freezing, there may be consequences of this, and some people don't want to hear instructions while they wait, such as Elizabeth Taylor, and other human beings such as Michael Jackson.

Hearing all this, Dalene couldn't help laughing, but at the same time, she felt sad. After all, there will always be a gap between them and humans, but head refrigeration is useless for humans, some tiny but critical substances in human neurons are completely different, and they can't regenerate; not to mention their technology is still in the fairly rudimentary stage.

She finally brushed her curly hair quickly and pinned a crystal bar on one side that reads: "Elvis."

When she left the bridal room, she couldn't help feeling a little noble. Here, if a person has no blood or family background, he is simply nothing. But she has this unique advantage. Surely that's why she can be a bride.

There was no one in the kitchen, so she made herself a cup of instant coffee, which she would drink in the morning if she wasn't a little hungry. Then she ate a dozen more sausage biscuits baked in the microwave, and of course, the other four brides hadn't gotten up, and as usual, the arrogant technicians in old-fashioned grey suits with gadgets on their belts went back to Busy back and forth, they thought they were important, and they didn't understand that without these brides, I'm afraid this species wouldn't survive. Ruida herself is an idiot. She always makes Daliani feel very upset. When she walks by you, she always bows and says, "Everyone, please let me go, I'm the bride ."

Darlene lit her first Marlboro of the day, opened the freezer, took out a bunch of fresh gladioli, and put it in the vase in front of the Elwes statue. The thick She tucked her feet into the pair of white brocade shoes she brought, opened the back door, and walked towards Elvis' grave.

That place is in the meditation garden. As usual, as she walked down the manicured tree-lined corridor, she thought about how lucky she was to be a bride. That thought, and her song just now, would always carry her through those eight hard hours—she had to put up with fat, sweaty mutants, (of course, there was no shortage of shapely and beautiful ones).

Seeing him here is usually very comforting, especially today when everything is in place to look forward to his rebirth. Once they thought the rebirth process took longer than they thought, they decided to put him in a pyramid-shaped box made of plexiglass, which the committee thought was the best solution because they could control the changes. A group of demagogues calling themselves Elvis are demanding more opportunities to see Box, but they are mostly nothing more than a bunch of incompetent, pretentious young men. Their jealousy is only because none of their members are full-fledged mutants. There are human origins in the blood. Ugly behavior of an ugly guy. Darlene shuddered.

The spring flowers on both sides of the building finally calmed Darlene down a bit. She looked up and found that the sky suddenly became dark. The sun had already hidden behind the clouds, and the air was wet as if it were about to rain. She walked quickly up the marble steps of the stone door, which was carved with many angels and guitars. She raised her wrist to scan, trying to open the door, but suddenly stopped, her hand still hanging in the air.

The Shimen had already been pulled open, and she was so terrified that she couldn't breathe. Standing at the door, she felt that fear was coming toward her like a flood. The door was pitch black; she groped along the wall beside the door, found the spare control panel, and pressed the light button with trembling.

The plexiglass cover of the box had already been opened, it must have been someone, someone had come in... Dalene began to tremble. The old, fat man wasn't here, and lead wires were dangling from the pedestal that should have had a guitar.

The smoke slid from her fingers, burning silently on the pink carpet. Maybe, later on, when it's time to explain, she'll tell Cole that she feels it was her fault, that all their plans and dreams were aborted, ruined by the idiots born and raised on the backward planet they inhabited. The threat of the "Elvis" gang went back and forth in her head. They've been saying for a long time that if anyone wants to see the ship again - that is, if the ship exists, they have to keep everything in their hands, and some of them, stupid enough Doubtful.

Because she was so anxious, she didn't even stop to think that safe work is the responsibility of the technician. There was nothing in her head at the time, except that the other brides would take her head as soon as they found out about it, and if it was refrigerated, it would also be a way to make her never regenerate.

All her fears poured into a single sentence, as simple as the evangelist's cry "He's gone! He's gone!"

She rushed out of the music door, and without a second thought, used the wrist scanner to open the door. In her panic, she didn't even notice who was looking at her. She rushed to Elvis Presley Avenue, still screaming in horror.

Next, she met Rolle.

He just stopped right in front of her at a red light in a battered F-100 Ford van, carrying two rear wheels and a large, custom-made bed. She was panting and choking as she ran, and in hindsight, I realize how strange she looked like a young woman in a miniskirt and a lace smock, white brocade shoes, and gladiolus in her left hand.

She looked at the handsome and kind man through the window glass. Frankly speaking, he had blue eyes, black hair, and a short black beard. His broad shoulders were leaning against the tire. When he turned his head over to look at her, the slender arm that was reaching for the shifter also stopped. He turned around and opened the car door, " Miss, come up quickly."

Darlene didn't even think about it before she sat in and burst into tears. He reached out and helped her close the car door beside her because she was holding, worried about "Mars" - her talking cat, who would not have breakfast, but thankfully she remembered that The box of cat food has been opened and placed behind the kitchen door.

The green light came on and he shoved hard, but he didn't care about the transmission and didn't notice what was on the car slamming the tailgate.

Darienne was still sobbing softly from time to time. Leaning on the back, he took out a tattered box from under the seat, and he took out one of the gadgets and handed it to her, "Face here and blow hard."

She put the flower on the dashboard and blew it hard, not embarrassed at all.

"Now, I want you to tell me what happened," he asked. "Fight with boyfriend?"

"No," she choked, so sad that she said without thinking, "It's Elvis, he's gone!" She started crying again. This time, she cried even more sadly. They've waited so long for this, but now that he's gone, they can't return home because that ship won't fly back to pick them up for nothing! This means they will be trapped for thousands of years on this planet without Elvis! And never have kids again! Without him, they could never have children! That little box of hair flakes would soon be used up; then... she started crying again. It was all terrifying, and Darienne had never had such a disturbing moment in her life, even more so than when she had left her children and assumed the role of bride.

"Oh," he said, "I see," but she could guess from the wrinkles on his jaw and under his eyes that he didn't understand, not at all. She was starting to irritate herself for revealing all this to a stranger who was completely unaware, who, she thought, would probably just laugh at her.

But he didn't, he just drove down the wide, open boulevards of Memphis, through the poorest parts of Peabody, until at last, the two came to the river.

"Maybe going out for a drive will calm you down, you know, sometimes it's the best thing you can do, and it's very soothing, especially when you're out in the suburbs. I live in Arkansas, and it's pretty beautiful. , the apple tree is in full bloom, of course, maybe you don't want to go anywhere with me--" He looked at her, and she looked back at him, "I have to tell you, I was drunk last night, and today Waking up early to find myself sleeping in the car somehow, but that's nothing to blame, sometimes people need to get drunk once or twice."

As they crossed the gray Mississippi River under the gloomy Why is he gone? Why doesn't the security system work? It was probably because of that lack of energy that her alarm clock didn't work. It must be Rida showing off her militarized gear there. Doesn't she like Darlene to be blamed? It's not too difficult to keep her from getting up and leaving on time, maybe she'd already colluded with the "Elvis" people.

Yes, so. But what about backup systems?

She thought about it so much that she almost forgot where she was when suddenly he said, "Okay, I want to have some breakfast, how about you? You look hungry too."

He parked the car in front of a small restaurant called "Family Style" and helped her jump out of the car. The van itself was quite high off the ground, not like her red " Bride No. 1" at all. The low and smooth body of the car.

She followed him into the tavern, only to realize that she was hungry and thirsty, and she was still greedy for food, which was one of their weaknesses--they needed to eat, and a lot; they needed food produced on earth to survive. Although the food here is not as energetic and durable as Mara, they can survive as long as they eat enough. That's why they frequent the grocery store. They need to eat two or three times a day, a full cart each time. Most of the people lived on the food on the ship, but when the drive on the ship failed, there was no longer enough energy to make Mara. Now, another group of skinny-starved members is off, and they may be back soon. But because of her fault, maybe they will never come back.

The organization has found that the gang can't all get together, though—they just eat too much. They eat about four times as much as the average human in a day, so they have to spread out so they don't attract attention.

Of course, they met at the grocery store, where the aisle was their kingdom. The sound of moving boxes was as familiar as the breath of an individual, and everyone knew the structure of several hypermarkets like the back of their hand. Many in the organization were skeptical, wondering if the ship would ever return to pick them up, but Darienne never wavered in her faith. until today.

She never believed the technicians, and their arrogant attitude, she had asked a few of them to be the guards, and of course, it was on the record, the emptiness of the defense facilities finally led to this disaster. "You have no brains," she once told the commissioners. Her life is full of weeping women swooping on the swan rope and smearing lipstick on the pyramid. But these are not the real problems. Earth is a pretty weird place, full of crime and weird stuff, you don't know it could happen at any moment, and now, the worst is finally here, so many people want to get Alvi, but he wouldn't live long without the Technician.

She went into the room, trying to figure things out, and she looked out the window, and the dark-haired man ordered coffee, ham, cookies, butter chicken fragrant rolls, and oatmeal for the two of them—as if he knew she had a big appetite Like, even though she knew at first glance that he couldn't know, he was just an ordinary human being. But she could also see that he was a good man. Otherwise, she wouldn't have jumped into his van without thinking. She didn't need to consider these factors, because humans are just a very simple species. She kind of liked people like that because they made everything family-friendly, and they knew how to live--it was just that they didn't outlive insects much longer. From her point of view, this is hardly a tragedy.

Of course, in addition to being a bride and taking care of Elvis and their baby, she also thought about being human. She had two children before she was 11, and it was all caused by a scarf with two drops of sweat at her first concert.

It was Elvis who threw her the scarf himself. God, how lucky she was back then! The happiness of being chosen! If the ship came back, she would be the first to meet Elvis. She's just the right age now, and she's one of the only people who are worthy of Elvis and can work with him to create a new Elvis.

But it's not all that easy. To become a bride, she has to leave her two children to her mother, which is a difficult step. Being a bride is not as easy as you think - you have to check the data every day, even if a hair falls out Well, you have to let the technicians know too so that they can make a fuss and scold the bride, certainly, the technicians do not value these brides. Now Elvis is gone, and it's all her fault!

If it wasn't her fault, it's better to hide and wait until they find the real perpetrator. She shuddered at the thought of how mean other brides would be when they found out that Elvis was gone. To them, it all felt like murder, like hitting someone and driving and running, because they couldn't live long without Elvis. Maybe no one has a long life yet, though that's trivial, damn it.

He looked at her and smiled, "You know, I'm not making fun of you or anything. But the way you cry makes you look a little silly. When I was a kid, whenever I cried, Mom always pulls us to the mirror and shows us how ridiculous we look. 'Have you seen that monkey?' She always said that when she saw her little face flushed and crying. It's not surprising that you don't laugh out loud when it's all messed up."

Shut up - she wanted to yell at him like that, what do you know? But she said nothing and left her seat.

"Wait," he said afterward, "I'm sorry, but I didn't mean to—"

She closed the women's bathroom door and leaned her elbow on the filthy white sink.

He was right, she did look silly like that, like a clown wet in the rain, green liquid kept falling from her eyes to her chest, and her nose was flowery her lips... …

She bent over and washed her face with water. She used a bar of soap to wash the colorful stuff off her face, but because she didn't use her rose moisturizer, the skin on her face was dry and taut. In addition, because I didn't bring a leather bag, the emergency touch-up kit was also forgotten at home. The purse contains not only cosmetics, but also bracelets, and with it, they don't have to worry about being attacked by pheromones when they have sex with humans, because pheromones are powerful enough to cause mutants. She could almost hear her mother's warning again, "Don't go out without a bracelet," an admonition she never dared to forget, and she had never had an experience like this.

She lifted her chin and told them to go to hell. She had done her best, and it wasn't her fault that he disappeared, even though they would all blame her, so what? They may search for her, but they may never find her, and she will hide in this city without Elvis and never go back for the rest of her life. Quite simply, she wouldn't go back like that unless she was prepared, but maybe that day would never come.

She walked out of the bathroom to find the steaming plate of food waiting for her.

She took a seat, and the ham was lightly salted, and it was very refreshing a real country taste: she didn't know where they got it so delicious. The egg roll was too soft, but not too bad, the lard residue on the cake was still dripping with oil. She slumped on the table and slid the food into her mouth with her fork as fast as she could, not caring if he was looking at her, and he was looking at her.

"I've never seen a lady eat so fast--sorry, I seem to have said the wrong thing again, but it's true."

After coffee, he gave her a Marlboro, and the two chatted.

"So, what did you mean by that?" he asked. "Elvis is gone? Does it have anything to do with you being a bride ?"

"It's like this, bride, in our own words, like a housekeeper, understand? The group hired us to take care of the reliquary, and that's it, do you know how many people came to visit?" Millions, and there is a better reason.

"My mother also visited," he said.

"what's your name?"

"Elroel Jester, I live in Sardon Township, and it's not too far from here," he said, leaning slightly toward her, lighting a second cigarette for her.

At that moment, his face was so close to hers, and she liked the breath on him and those blue eyes.

Those blue eyes.

When she looked at him, she felt that she was very kind, a kind of kindness she had never experienced before. She had never been with humans for so long, and now, she felt more comfortable.

"What is your job, Mr. Jester?"

"Call me Rolle," he said, frowning slightly. She just likes the line of wrinkles in his eyes when he frowns. Some human beings are also very attractive, and he is undoubtedly one of them. She thought it was a big mistake not to have a purse, she was imagining what it would be like to take off clothes and what his big mighty hands would do to her - God, Darlene, you know that kind of thinking So stupid, you've got to be ashamed of it. You're not asking for trouble, you don't want to be tied down by mutants.

"I hardly do anything, my dad was a tobacco grower, but tobacco killed him too. I mean, he smoked too much and my mom got sick because of it, the doctor said maybe it was Palme Nia is sick. She will like you when she sees you; because she likes girls who know how to eat, she can even cook a meal all day," his words were indeed a temptation for Darlene because I already feel hungry again.

But in the minute she first heard his narration, she did feel sad for him, there is no room for people to rest in this universe, it is the same everywhere. You would think those simple creatures would be fine, but you are wrong, they have their troubles, and their troubles are no less than your mission to take care of Elvis and bring him back to life. The thought of Elvis reminded her that they might just have to go to another galaxy to find another Elvis. But now, it was too late, she rested her forehead on her trembling hands.

Rolle took her trembling hands apart and held them tightly in his own until they stopped shaking. "I hope you don't mind, I mean, it doesn't affect my driving," he said. "But my headache...maybe a beer would help a little..."

"No, it's okay, I want to have a drink too."

"We don't sell beer before lunch these Sundays," the waitress said.

Rolle took out two dollars. "It's only twenty minutes before twelnoonuld you change the clock a little?" he asked.

"You'll lose our license," she said, serving them two draft beers.

The beer tastes good, Darienne doesn't drink it often but does want to try it sometimes. It's getting dark outside, it's starting to rain, but it's very warm inside, and it's not too bad to do that in today's weather, maybe sometimes you just need to do it and don't think much about it.

"You know, I've always wondered what Elwes's allure is about," he said, "please don't think I'm hurting your feelings or something. But in fact, those people are in Elwes again. What did you see?"

"Well, he's Elvis," she replied, sipping her third beer, which was enough to reassure him of the other brides that she felt light.

"So what?" he said. "He sang a few songs, got fat, and finally died."

"It's not just a few old songs," she said angrily, "that's—" She finally stopped. After all, she has said too much today.

"You know, you're very interesting," he added, "and they must have given you a lot of money to be your bride. I've never heard of such a thing, and I don't know anything about it. , maybe I paid too little attention to Elvis. Still, you're pretty cute ."

She knows she's not just cute. She's still pretty, and they're all like that. A woman with long legs, slender hips, and breast augmentation Southern features is more than just pretty. Most people like that blond hair, and the rolling tongue when speaking. They mature quickly, but they don't start looking old for a long, long time. Unless they want to, many people want to avoid the entanglement of men. When they are not shopping, cooking, or eating, they mostly pass the time by watching TV and reading newspapers.

But she doesn't want to look old yet, Rolle is very attractive, she hasn't thought about it ten times, and besides, he's very charming, dammit!

Thinking it was convenient, she got up and walked towards the bathroom, but stopped at the end of the counter.

A black-and-white portable TV was hanging over the counter, and she heard the phrase "Elvis." A nervous reporter stood on Grace Island with a microphone in his hand:

"Not only was Elvis gone, but so was his caregiver. Police suspect, there must be an insider. Grace Island and surrounding buildings were destroyed by a massive energy explosion, while a spokesman for the energy company said No clues were left at the scene."

Fool, the next thing you know is that they're offering bounties everywhere for you. If the other brides found her, maybe they would rip her hair out by the roots, she turned and walked towards Rolle, leaning against the table and saying to him, "I'm leaving, how about you?"

He smiled, and she was immersed in that enchanting azure blue. He got out of his seat, she was shaking, he grabbed her arm, didn't she just drink three beers?

In the light rain, they made their way through the pitted parking lot towards the van. She felt him beside her, and she seemed to have the joy of reuniting with her twin brother after years of separation, even though it was just after a little afternoon when both of them were looking at the motel with twinkling lights at the same time. A bird flew over their heads and flew across the river.

They stood there for a while, and she could almost feel the helplessness in his eyes as he stared at her. Before she could speak, let her purse and the bracelet in it go to hell (but now that Elvis is gone and no one needs a bride anymore), he reached out and opened the car door for her, When his elbow accidentally hit her chest, even though it was her intentional move, he whispered "I'm sorry" and quickly got into the car and sat in the driver's seat.

"I don't want you standing alone in the rain," he said, starting the car and turning on the hot air from the air conditioner. "Maybe it'll be cold for a few minutes first," he said, driving down the road.

She suddenly felt uneasy, turned on the radio, and there was a murmur from the distant lightning.

"I was so lonely after you left," "he" murmured. She whispered, "Elvis."

"You don't look at me like that," he joked, giving her a surreptitious look. When he looked at her, his smile froze.

She knew there must be something in her eyes, but the almost forgotten galaxy had appeared before her only when she heard the song. Freezing a sleep once eliminated it. She used to be just a child. But she forgot some more; she blinked, then laughed.

"I'm fine," she said.

"You look pale," he said, touching her arm with the back of his hand. Then he pulled the car away from the center of the road to avoid a flying stone and held her shoulders tightly.

After the van started to start, he said, "Damn it." He let go of her and turned again to fix the brakes. Then he started kissing her and she was kissing him, oh god; oh Elvis...

"No," he said, pulling back, "I don't know why I did it. I've never been like this, trust me. Oh, not quite. Like this. I mean—"

Believe it or not, so what? But it seemed quite important to him, "I believe in you," she said, and that was the affirmation he wanted to hear, and she did believe him. She already knew the man in front of her very well. She knew him with little effort, and humans were always a boring bunch, especially the men she'd been in the Memphis tavern with.

She leaned back in the seat and looked at Rolle silently, this time she was short of breath, and there was a strange feeling in her chest.

He was like a beautiful harmony, thoughtful, but with kindness and innocence that she could feel and touch, and it all seemed so natural to her. Maybe, she has never seriously touched humans before, is that what Elvis sings in those songs? God, what an emotion! No wonder Elvis acted so frantically, they seemed to throw away all stupid thoughts. She suddenly had the urge to sing, let the bride go to hell, and the spaceship will never come back.

She knew that fate was waiting for her on the side of the road, and at this moment without Elvis, forget about those bracelets, forget about sweaty scarves, and forget about dandruff-containing genetic combinations. A mutated "half-human" baby is born three months later. Human family planning doesn't work for them because it's pheromones that push the sperm and egg together. And pheromone is also an essential "product" in this process, but things are a little confusing because of those foreign pheromones.

Those mutants, if she went on like this, could give birth to one at any moment, a multitude of women—often always women—as they walked past the casket with sad, longing looks, not It's clear why there are such strong feelings for Elvis. As useful as they are for the budget, the cheques that have to be mailed every fortnight require a lot of money so everyone has enough to eat. Those mutants all mature very quickly, almost twice as fast as humans, so it's been several generations now, and speculation about where they came from has become a vague legend for the new kids. She became a bride thanks to her mother, thanks to her strict requirements—she had to listen to Elvis every day and be loyal to him, even though she did have misgivings at times. She had the privilege of being a bride and it's still fresh in her mind.

And now that everything is bursting out, she wants to stay with the human man in front of her. "Roll," she murmured, and he pulled her into his arms. In that instant, all her loneliness was swept away. On the spaceship, except for the strictly described time, she had hardly dealt with other men. They were completely abandoned. All but one, there will always be a king. But Elvis became a little rough as if the entire mysterious alien planet was under his control. It's better to put him in a cooler, keep the important parts of him, and keep that important genetic information intact -- before he destroys it with his nasty drugs and his indulgent lifestyle. Just a big kid. But kings are always like that. Just spoiled, willful, and never listen to advice.

Darlene stared deeply at Rolle; he was quite different. Maybe the human way is better.

She kissed him back and could feel his breath as deep and smooth as hers. He kissed her cheek lightly, sliding his hand on her chest—

After that, he didn't say anything, as if he was a little dizzy, and he was speeding on the road. She buttoned her blouse, bent down, picked up her panties from the car, and put them on.

In the end, he finally said: "Damn", but that's all.

She didn't want to speak either, she could almost feel the change in her like when she had grabbed his scarf, but not as terrible as they said. Her mother had told her how creepy, and how disgusting and terrifying it was when the mutation was born in the body at that time.

It feels good now.

They were there in forty-five minutes, past verdant fields along the way, through a small town, an old log-house grocery store with a faded "Coca-Cola" sign that read, "Closed on Sundays. ', the sign reads. Several small trucks were parked next to the bar, and under one of them lay a black dog sheltering from the rain. The dome-and-pillared government.

"This is Sarden Town," Rohr said. "It's the heart of the county," he turned through the government building and into a narrow asphalt road. After a few miles, the road turned into a dirt road. He ascended along the narrow edge of the red clay hillside. On the top is a large courtyard, with screen doors on the porch, surrounded by roses in full bloom, pink, red, and yellow. Next to it is a satellite receiving antenna. "It's not great here, I think," Rolle said.

She thought, it's not very good, but the words came to her mouth, but it became: "It's pretty good here."

"This is my mother's. My room is over there. I built it out of a big barrel of wood."

"Really," she said.

She looked around, at the low green hills below them, the fields stretching so sure and real beneath them, and the neighbors on the other side of the path. She felt better and more at ease here than at Grace Island. There, watching the gauges, watching the tourists come and going, and having to endure the jealousy of the other brides: because once they got back to the ship, she was first in line, and everyone else was just a backup. Damn it, it's all just stupid fantasy, why not stay here? ——It seemed like home here, and Rolle also gave her a feeling of home, not even close to forever. But now that Elvis is gone, no one can hope for eternity.

Rolle took her hand as if she knew what she was thinking, and they walked towards the wooden house next to each other, and there was a noise from the TV in the room.

"That's great," he said, and she could feel that sense of relief blowing through her body like a cool breeze. "I think Mommy's all right, I shouldn't have left her alone at home all night; maybe you don't know that."

He knocked on the door first, then pushed in, " Mom," he said, "How are you? I brought a friend and I wanted you to meet them. them Darlene, this is my mother Zenia. ."

He stopped abruptly, and Darlene just bumped into his back. "What's the matter?" Rolle was asking his mother, and Darlene looked over and saw an old woman sitting there crying in a faded calico.

"You watch TV," she said.

Darlene looked at the situation, and her mouth suddenly couldn't close in surprise.

Via CNN, Grace Island was on the screen, there were about a million celebrities there, helicopters circling overhead, and there was always a voice on the screen: "This is unbelievable, unbelievable. ."

"What happened?" Dalene asked, but she didn't have to. Of, the course has made national news.

The old woman had a pale but kind face. Darlene knew she used to be fat and full of energy She knows many things. She also knew that she was 71 years old, had arthritis and diabetes, and had clotted platelets in the left cardiovascular coronary artery. In addition, there is lung damage.

"If that doesn't surprise everyone," Zenia said, "I mean, I've seen the day - Elvis disappeared. You know he just disappeared from the tom, look at that group of people."

"Dalian is one of them—" But Dalene kicked him hard in the back, and he sniffed quickly. She thought she was a fool to tell him these things, a total fool. If she wanted to stay here, she had to mention all of this less.

Rolle held her hand, and now she felt that familiar passion again. Maybe she wasn't that stupid, and when he held her, everything seemed to make sense.

Darlene sat on the old green sofa beside Zenia and grabbed her hand, "Do you like Elvis a little too?"

"Well, I'm pretty obsessed with that guy," she gasped as she spoke: "You know, I saw him in the '50s at county fairs, when he was just getting famous. Rolle's father was very uncomfortable with that. Happy, saying I shouldn't be interested in how other men twist their hips But he does impress you."

"Indeed," Darienne said. And his peculiar and extraordinary DNA genetic material, old lady.

Holding Zenia's hand, she looked at her haggard face. She felt Rolle sitting on the other side of her, his eyes fixed on the TV screen.

Darienne rarely does this, frankly, because she doesn't always have the heart to do it.

But all that is needed is to restore balance and release the clotted platelets in Zenia's left coronary artery. Darienne healed her, then let go of her hand.

Zenia looked at her with an unguarded, innocent look, as if she were a newborn baby. Her cheeks flushed and she leaned back on the sofa. She coughed lightly, took a deep breath, and said to Darlene with a very surprised look on her face, "I suddenly feel great." After that, she stood up, "It's really good, I must have forgotten to greet you just now, let me pour you an iced tea. Would you like lemon, or sugar, honey ?"

"All," Dalene said, thinking it would be better if Zenia gave her a few slices of fruit pie.

"You'll have to wait a few minutes," Zenia said. "I don't have instant iced tea here," she walked into a cubicle.

"There seems to be something white coming from the sky," the announcer said, fear in his voice.

Darlene jumped up suddenly, staring at the TV, "Of course," she said, "of course."

They've got the drive back to work, but it's taking too long, it's taken them nearly 60 years. They'll take Elvis first - they've got to hold on to him, they've never risked him. Why tell the brides? The technicians always looked down on the bride and bragged about their work, always saying that without them, nothing could go on. In order not to let them get in the way, they must have planned to wake the brides up after everything was ready. Suddenly, she thought of her beautiful, fast-growing children. They must have come here with her mother. Of course, in the dense crowd, there were no men.

"Roll, I have to go back to Memphis," she said.

"No," he whispered. She felt a pain in his voice. He jumped up and hugged her. "I won't let you go, so what if 'he' comes back? They don't need you, but I need you, oh god, sweetheart, I need you."

Tears filled her eyes when she heard his tender words. The emotion in his words was as strong and deep as hers.

Then, live, Elvis sings a new song she's never heard before. It must have come from the ship, their calling—and their long-awaited.

She seemed to be listening to two different voices, one human, the other an ancient and powerful guide from the depths of her soul.

Everything from the past shone like fire in her again. Pure white like Mara distilled in starlight. An endless life; a homeland she never even imagined, on a planet she knew so little about.

Rolle has never been so panicked as he is now, no, never. He reached out and turned off the TV as if he knew what was about to happen.

"I won't let you go," he said, and he hugged her tighter, she knew he meant it. She turned back He gasped and let go of her. He fell to the ground, hands over his neck, panting and rolling.

Darlene bent over to pick up the key he had dropped and stepped over him.

Elvis stopped singing as she walked out the door. She walked across gravel and climbed into the van, hearing Zenia scream.

"I'm sorry," she said, turning the key to fire and backing her car sharply, even though she knew he couldn't hear her apology. But he must be breathing normally now when she just wanted him to let go of her. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she sped up the driveway towards 'him', Mara, her baby, the ship, and everything there, and she whispered, "It's never going to be, it's always going to be Impossible. Rolle, my sweetheart, it will never be possible."