Trixie
by Pam (PS9906)

Trixie sat impatiently in the small room. She had been excited about being asked to participate in the project. Now she was feeling quite a bit of pressure. Of all the Bob-Whites, she felt she should be the most observant, especially if she kept her goal of becoming a private detective. Her mind wandered impatiently at the group of people gathered together. She looked curiously at the man with the clipboard propped in his arm. She judged him to be in his mid twenties, dressed only in pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. Hmmm, she thought, almost as supple as Jim.

Count the passes by the players in the white shirts. Trixie stared hard at the small screen. All girls, she noted. Oh, great, that one looks like Jane Morgan. She felt the familiar flush of anger stain her cheeks. She didn’t realize that John was looking at her strangely. Count, count, count, she reminded herself.

Trixie kept her concentration focused on the video, until she realized that the Jane-lookalike was gone. Then she saw the gorilla pass by. That looks more like Jane Morgan. Guiltily, she tried to concentrate harder. Oh, no, how many passes? Fifteen or sixteen? Wasn’t that curtain red before?

Blast that Jane Morgan. Trixie wanted to scream. Somehow without even trying, Jane had managed to ruin her entire summer. She grew even angrier as she envisioned Jane dressed smartly in her uniform. Sergeant Molinson likes Jane, she thought sourly. It should have been her.

Unfortunately, she still had her part-time job at the library to occupy some of her time. She was still mad at Sergeant Molinson for not giving her the clerk’s job at the station. And now Jane Morgan had her job while she peddled books at the library. She wondered angrily if her father had something to do with her failure to get the clerk’s job. Stop it, Trixie! She berated herself.

Sighing with frustration, she realized the video was over. She looked down at her form. Didn’t Jim always tell her that if she would just concentrate she would do better in school?

I wish I had taken the time to count them but six sounds good. I like things in even numbers. Like when Hallie is here.

Trixie gave her paper to John. He smiled appreciatively and winked at her causing her to blush.

“Do you always let your thoughts show so easily on your face?” he asked her with a grin.

“What do you mean?” Trixie replied, the blush easily spreading across her face.

“You looked so fierce when you watched the video,” he explained. “Did something in it upset you?” He knew he probably shouldn’t be discussing the viewing with her but he couldn’t control his curiosity.

“It was nothing,” Trixie shrugged off with embarrassment.

“I’d like to know what it was,” John said sincerely.

“I guess I wasn’t paying attention like I should have been,” she smiled sheepishly at him. “I was just thinking that I’m going to be stuck working in the library all summer while my friends are off enjoying wonderful jobs.”

“Really,” John grinned happily, “I’ll be stuck in the library doing all kinds of boring research. Maybe I’ll see you around.”

“Maybe you will,” Trixie nodded. Suddenly the job in the library didn’t seem so bad after all.