"Howard Waldrop - Ike At The Mike" - читать интересную книгу автора (Waldrop Howard)

screaming, _ applauding.

Presley sat in his chair.

He was crying, too, but quickly stood up and cheered.

The whole thing was over. _

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At home, later, in Georgetown, Senator Presley was lying in bed beside his
wife, Muffy. They had made love. They had both been 4 excited. It had been
terrific.

Now Muffy was asleep. _

Presley got up and went to the kitchen,
poured himself a scotch, and stood with his naked butt against the countertop.

It was a cold night. Through the half-curtains on the window he saw stars over
the city. If you could call this seventeenth-century jumble a city.

He went into the den. The servants would be asleep.

He turned the power on the stereo, took down four or five of his Eisenhower
records, looked through them. He put on Ike at the Mike, a four-record set
made for RCA in 1947, toward the end of the last war.

Ike was playing "No Love, No Nothing," a song his wife had made famous three
years before. She wasn't on this record, though. This was all Ike and his
band.

Presley got the bottle from the kitchen, sat back down, poured himself another
drink. There were more hearings tomorrow. And the day after.

Someday, he thought, someday E. Aaron Presley will be President of these here
United States. Serves them right.

Ike was playing "All God's Chillun Got Shoes."

I didn't even get to shake his hand, thought Presley.

1'd give it all away to be like him, he thought.

He went to sleep sitting up.