THE BOSS’S WIFE Part 2
(Our story so far: While our smug upscale narrator is trying to pick up Julianne [Mrs. Bruce Springsteen] Phillips in a yuppie brunch joint, Michael Jackson comes in with his chauffeur, who turns out to be Elvis Presley.) “Jeez,” Michael Jackson says, hitting himself lightly on the forehead with the heel of his hand for not introducing them himself, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me today.”
THE BOSS’S WIFE Part 2
ELEGANZA
John Mendelssohn
(Our story so far: While our smug upscale narrator is trying to pick up Julianne [Mrs. Bruce Springsteen] Phillips in a yuppie brunch joint, Michael Jackson comes in with his chauffeur, who turns out to be Elvis Presley.)
“Jeez,” Michael Jackson says, hitting himself lightly on the forehead with the heel of his hand for not introducing them himself, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me today.”
“But I thought,” Mrs. Springsteen manages, “that you were, well...”
“Dead?” Elvis asks, grinning. “Well, ah’d sure hope you woulda after what Rogers & Cowan charged me to get all the newspapers to say ah was.” He laughs a resonant good old boy laugh and pulls up a chair from another table. He notices me, offers his hand, and says, “How you doin’, bubba? Elvis Presley.” His handshake’s no linebacker’s, but at least his hand’s warm.
Mrs. Springsteen tells him that she’s just thrilled to death, but that she’d never have expected to meet him under such circumstances, working as a bodyguard and without the Memphis Mafia.