ON THE SECOND DAY that he was home he drove up in the pink Cadillac and found June Juanico,a pretty little girl he had dated one night when he played Keesier Air Force Base, in Biloxi, almost a year before, standing in line with all the others. He recognized her right away and they started in talking, and when he found out that she was in Memphis for the week with some girlfriends,he said he’d call her at her hotel in the morning,maybe they could get together.Later that day,almost on a whim,he stopped by Dixie’s house,on Lucy Street.She had just come from rehearsal for her high school graduation that night and was wearing her graduation dress, but when he suggested that they go for a ride she pulled on a pair of jeans, hopped on his motorcycle,and left her parents to explain her absence to her boyfriend when he arrived.
The rest of the week he spent with June — he took her by Humes, stopped by the Memphis Recording Service,went up to the Hotel Chica,where he introduced her to Dewey, showed her the Courts where he had grown up, and Crown Electric across the street, with the truck he had driven sitting out in the yard.He introduced her to Bernard and Guy Lansky and bought her a motorcycle cap just like his. Then they went out to Mud Island, where he drove his motorcycle so fast that they both got scared, and he made her put her hand on his chest so that she could feel his heart pounding. It was like the first night they had met, the previous June in Biloxi, when they sat out on the White House Hotel pier until 3:00 or 4:00 in the morning, “and I was very nervous — I was afraid of myself.
My mother used to tell me, ‘Keep a good head on your shoulders. When you get in a compromising situation, think: “What would my mother think of me if she could see me right now?” ‘ So here’s this beautiful boy with his luscious lips kissing me on the back of my neck, and he turns me around gently, and I don’t know if he’s going to start fondling on me and I felt like it would be all right if he did, so I was trembling, and then when he held me close I could feel him trembling, too. And so we laughed, and he said, ‘Which one is more nervous, you or me?’ and then we laughed about that.”
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