We were sitting in the living room on the sofa, the wrong
way round, looking out the window. It was quiet, and then
in the car park across the road we saw Elvis - look, there
beside the postman's van, and he was walking round the
postman's van, looking in the open door. He looked as if
he was thinking about getting in, but then the postman
came back, and he swaggered off, walked past the window
and down the stairs, and then at the bottom of the stairs
right by the caretaker's office, he started licking
the pavement. Every night now since we moved in that new
house there's this noise outside the door at just about
half seven or eight o' clock every night. And if we go and
look outside the door, Elvis'll be standing there waiting
to be let in. And then he wanders into the living room,
maybe sits down on one of the chairs or even lies down on
the floor. He doesn't say much, he just stays there for an
hour or two, watching the TV. We talk to him a bit, and
then around ten o' clock, he'll go away again,and not come
back until the next night. There's a lot of lanes and
stuff around here, around the house - although it's right
in the middle of the city it seems quite like the country,
it's dead hidden - safe I suppose, made for night living.
There's a lot of squirrels and birds, and Stuart says he's
seen about nine foxes there when he's jumped over the fence
on his way to Prior's Road. Sometimes you can go out
walking, and when you've been out for a wee while even you
don't know where you are anymore, so it would be pretty
hard for anyone else to find you. I suppose that's why he
spends so much time there, that's why he's come to live
there, or maybe it's just the squirrels. I read about
somewhere that he likes squirrels quite a lot. There's
these two videos that we got for wedding presents - called
the e-files, e-files one and e-files two about how Elvis
is supposed to be still alive. And one time when he came
round we were watching one of those, but he didn't say
anything he just sat on the armchair. He wa playing with
his collar a bit, and we watched it right through and
then when it finished he just got up and walked off into
the mist and didn't say anything. the first few times he
came round I didn't speak to him at all, I wasn't really
sure what to say. And Karen spoke to him quite a lot - she
seemed to know what to do more than I do. He had quite a
strange manner though, he'd go into your stuff and look
through it, then he'd maybe pick something up and play
with it for a wee while, but he'd never make an comment
about any of it. Seemed pretty rude to me. I just watched
whatever Karen did, and listened to how she talked to him
and then, after a while I started to copy that, and tell
him a few things, not really bothered about whether he
responded or said anything back or not. I think the first
time I spoke to him we were sitting up on the mezzanine
and I said that I would tell him about me and wee Karen,
and how it was that we'd come to be living there. I
thought he probably liked the fact that we wer living there
because he came round so much, so I thought he might want
to know how it was that it came about. We did it all over
backwards, I told him. First of all we got to know each
other, and then a while after that we met, and when we'd
known each other for about seven years we decided to have
an anniversary, and that went quite well, so after the
anniversary we had a honeymoon, and that went well too,
so after that we decided that we would get married. That's
why we're living there now. I used to think my dad
was Elvis, but I haven't told him that yet. I haven't told
my dad either...
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