Typical Trixie




Trixie was always late-


her family thought she had a mental deficiency because not only was she always late she never learned to tell time very well from clocks with faces. Even when those were replaced by digital clocks it still didn’t make a difference because Trixie still found herself chasing after buses or coughing up dust from the trains as they sped by without her to a place she was probably supposed to be an hour or two before.


Trixie always burned the food she cooked, her clothes were always damp or ruined when she took them out of her dryer and she studied the Piano faithfully for years and practiced but it didn’t matter because no matter how hard she worked her timing was always off.


“Oh Trixie “they would say “typical Trixie, you have to pay more attention to the time.”


“Why should I? “She would say “It looks to me like it already has enough people paying attention to it. I doubt it even misses me…for a minute” and then she would fall over laughing.


And then one day after a week that involved yet another late date with her fiance’ Barney, Trixie made her way to her sister’s house.

 Her sister Evie was in her sewing room unpacking a beautiful dress from a box. As she held it up she told Trixie, “ I was going to wear this myself, you know, it was supposed to be for my wedding…but being that I’m not going to be getting married anytime soon, it’s for you Trixie.”


“Wow Evie, it’s … are you sure you want to do that?”


“All I can say Trixie, is that you better not mess this up and show up late. How would that look? “


Trixie shrugged and said, “Well, it sure freak the guests out, that’s for sure.”


During that entire week Trixie stayed as close to her family’s home as possible and as the food and flowers started to arrive her Mother arranged for places for the long distance guests to stay over.


Trixie didn’t dare step foot away from the house, she stayed as close to home and her sister as possible.


“All you have to do is show up on time Trixie- everyone else will do all of the work. I can’t believe this is happening to you first. I always thought it would be me. I’m older after all.”


“Yeah, well, no offense but I feel the same way Evie. But when it happens you sort of have to go with it, you know?”


Evie just busied herself with the final touches on the back of the dress and she told Trixie, “You can have the veil to…”


“I hate those things. “


“I know veils aren’t your thing, but for this one time…”


Trixie touched her cheek and said, “Okay, it’s only going to be this one time. I guess I can handle it.”


And then on the big day, just as the guests were starting to arrive at the church and her fiancé was standing nervously in the Vestibule with her Father who kept walking into the vases full of flowers Trixie who had kept her promise to not put herself in a position to be late and had stayed close to home looked up from her Mother’s kitchen table and saw what the clock and said.


“ Oh No.”


So Trixie ran the four blocks to the Church and she breezed by her guests who were about to be seated.


 Trixie found her Sister sitting up front- and when the Organist saw her she nearly fell off of her stool when she saw Trixie.


Evie’s  arms were folded across her chest and her jaw was clenched so tight that she had to put her fingers to the side of her face to pop them apart.

 “ I’m sorry.”


  “Late for your own funeral…Typical!”


Evie turned and saw that Trixie was still wearing the clothes, torn and ruined and bloodied from four days ago when the Cab Trixie had taken to meet her fiance for dinner ran that red light and Trixie had been thrown from the car, head first, into a telephone pole.


“ Typical Trixie.” Evie said “ When will you learn to pay more attention to the time?”

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