It was a Sunday. Trixie Jean loved Sunday's, not because she was religious or nothing, but because Janie Jones and Strummer came over every Sunday for a brunch. It wasn't anything fancy or nothing, but it was nice.
Strummer sat in the corner playing with Sweet Pea and Baby Boy while Janie Jones and Trixie Jean made biscuits next to the sweltering stove.
"What the FUCK is that??" Jani Jones screeched. It was Trixie Jeans upstairs neighbor Talus Fugue. Trixie Jean didn't mind Talus one bit, he was a nice man, he was kind of an odd one, but Trixie Jean didn't have no means for judging. Talus would practice his violin all the time upstairs, it was soothing to Trixie Jean, but janie didn't have no time for extra noise.
"I'm going up there, this is ridiculous, it is a Sunday morning, the Lords day" Janie demanded
"Awww Janie, don't be causing a fuss. Its Sunday, we have our babies and we have biscuit, a little violin ain't no problem" Trixie Jean new Janie wasn't religious or nothing like that, she just liked conflict, always had. Back in the old days, the pre baby days, Janie was known for starting a good fight drunk or sober, since she had Strummer she'd gotten better...but she always had that fighting spirit.
Janie Jones marched out of the door and Trixie Jean hurried after her gathering her babies as she scurried. Janie Jones was already at Talus's apartment, she banged on the door hard as she could til he answered.
"Ummm...yes?" he asked nervously
"You must have some fucking nerve playing your god damn violin music on a Sunday morning!" she barked and stomped away.
"I'm so sorry" Trixie Jean fumbled, "She gets angry sometimes, ain't your fault or nothing" Trixie Jean was always making excuses, for Janie, for her babies, for everything.
"It's okay..." Talus mumbled and shut the door in Trixie Jean's face.
Later that day Trixie Jean walked down Poplar with her babies. She could hear the old man's boombox playing Bob Dylan's "Simple Twist of Fate". Trixie Jean loved Bob Dylan, his lyrics spoke for her in a way she could never say. Trixie Jean bent down and handed him 50 cents, it was 50 cents she couldn't spare but Bob Dylan just did that to her. He made her a better person.
The old man shouted, "What will come will come. Even if I shroud it all in silence." Trixie Jean didn't know the quote, but she was sure it was from some old play. She started to think about what it meant. But then Baby Boy spit up all on himself.
Trixie Jean was tired and her baby was a mess, she walked back to the apartments, back to 4D. She was tired as bones and all she wanted was to get in her bed with her babies and listen to Blood on the Tracks. It was a Dylan kind of day.
