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ELVIS CONTINUES TO TEST MY COURAGE

With the 'first' gun experience still fresh on my mind, I shall extend the story a bit further... before I forget it. While just visiting Graceland one evening with the assurance I would be relaxing, I heard Elvis calling me from the den where he was entertaining some men who took karate with him or had an interest in it. "Kath eh!"  Yes, it sounded like "Kath eh" in his southern drawl. I thought to myself, "I'm here to relax... sure hope this is good, but it doesn't sound like it". I could just somehow tell from the sound of his voice that 'something' was up. I went into the den and he introduced me to his karate buddies. "Whew, I thought. Glad that was it". He then leaned over and opened his karate kit. The one filled with weapons used in his karate classes. At first I thought he was just showing everyone his beloved weapons/wares, but then... then he said, "Kathy go stand over there as still as you can, baby. I want to show these guys something." He smiled a sardonic smile and giggled, but had that little twinge of evil in his eye that told me I was in for something I probably was not going to enjoy. "Now let's see how COOL you can be!" he challenged. He had already told them about that gun incident in Vegas along with a few other stories he got a kick out of. He then physically moved me and stood me in the center of the room (I wasn't moving myself!). I stood as still as possible though beginning to get nervous, when out he pulled his knives. Yes...KNIVES! I can't recall at this moment what they're called, but they are Long Knives! He had one in each hand and I just remember glaring into his eyes with mine asking, "What. Are. You. Doing!!?" while gritting my teeth. Guess he didn't "hear" my eyes, or he just ignored them, for his eyes changed into a mood of intense concentration, ready to perhaps kill someone? He stood there for so long! Concentrating! (Probably just a second or two but it seemed like a month to me). I knew enough to realize that the object of this demonstration was to wave the knives as close to the object or target as possible without touching it. But... this time I was the target! All I recall of the next minute is the 'Swish, Swoosh' of knives slicing past my face, my arms, legs, my body... My Only Body... as he intensely moved in glorious, graceful yet fully terrifying karate poses, and his making those familiar karate sounds which are intended to frighten your foe. The sounds alone worked for me. I would have fainted for the first time in my life, but knew if I did... one of them would slice me into cat food. Many thoughts passed through my gray matter in those seconds, like..."Where will they send the body? How many pieces will be left? I didn't sign up for this!” and “Somebody Get Me Out of This!" I also was chiding myself... "Kathy, you fool! You should have known you would NOT be relaxing!" The last thought I had was, "Who's going to call the contractors at CBS and NBC and tell them I won't be making those TV shows next week because I had been done in by a chef at Benihana's named "Elvis"?   That last one made me snap out of it.  It made no sense to me either.

Master Tiger had won once again. Yet Madam Jaguar stood her ground. When he finished and as I attempted a faint recovery and weak smile (very weak/forced smile), he laughed ferociously as he roared, "This brave little bitty chick standing still like that!"... and more I just can't recall right now. I was busy thinking back to the time as a child I wished I had an older brother to watch over me like many of my other friends had. I was blessed with a wonderful sweet baby brother, called Brent. Though Elvis sometimes seemed like a brother to me as our complicated relationship evolved in constant change yet somehow grew stronger, he was at that moment the bratty brother I was quite perturbed with. But of course, today? I remember that evening with a not-forced smile, and with a warm affection for this ever spectacular wonderful man.

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