Central Daylight Time 170 Days Until Second Harvest Vivian Hartlein had spent the early morning standing outside the gates of Graceland until some security guard waved her away. Then she crossed Elvis Presley Boulevard to the now-boarded-up Day’s Inn and sat in its parking lot, staring at the long lawn heading up to the old mansion. She’d toured the King’s home dozens of times—the first with her parents when she was just a little thing—and she liked the way it always stayed the same. The dark kitchen with its faint never-to-leave smell of grease. The yellow dining room, the beautiful white piano. A permanent place. A historical place. A place where time seemed to stand still. Vivian had come here every day since the attack. She wanted to go inside again, she wanted to see if time would reverse for her, and she thought maybe it would happen in Graceland. Maybe if she went inside, she would see her mom again. And her dad. They had been gone for years. Maybe if she went inside, she’d see Cheryl and Lucy and Tommi Jo.
