I was at the 14th Street Restaurant when I heard. Gazing into Bernie Castilloâ€™s brown eyes and weighing up whether or not Iâ€™d let him kiss me. Heâ€™d combed his hair into a pompadour. Anything he did to imitate Elvis only boosted his chances of making out with me on the walk home, and he knew it.
|Hot and Cold at the Starlight Diner by Helen Cox|