Amelia looked at the room with interest. This wasn’t the whole purpose of her visit to Memphis but it felt important, validated her decision to travel all this way.

“This is always a popular room, particularly amongst the young ladies. Yes, Elvis did sleep here, although we can’t be certain that Lisa Marie was conceived in this bed.”

Amelia surprised herself by asking a question. “Can we see his dressing room?”

“Erm, Umm… I’m sorry, that room is not accessible for visitors. It contains… artifacts of Elvis’ private life.”

“Artifacts? What sort of artifacts?”

“I can neither confirm nor deny that Lisa Marie was the only family member to wear diapers in 1968.”

Amelia smiled to herself, tugged at the sagging underwear too heavy to sit comfortably on her hips. She’d always had her suspicions.