It was a Monday, that meant free waffles from six to seven at Casa D's. Trixie Jean hated few things in her life; she just wasn't that kind of person, but she sure did hate that terrible hour on Mondays. The radio was blarin some awful something. Trixie Jean hated WTF (the local radio station). She just didn't really get it, it was too many types of music she didn't like. All Trixie Jean could think about was her babies, Baby Boy had been havin a cough and Trixie Jean was worried. Every time Trixie Jean served someone she always thought about her babies, "Is this going to be them in 25 years?", "Are they going to be smarter than them?", "Will I still be working here in 25 years?" This morning Trixie Jean was serving a man called Devon Tresp, god be damned if her babies ended up anything like this guy. He was silent, and spoke strange, just generally an odd fella.
"Oh...um hello there" Devon spoke softly,
"Hi, you need anything sugar?" Trixie Jean replied in her sweet demeanor.
Devon looked like Trixie Jean had a third eye on her forehead. What? Was nobody cordial in Europe or wherever he was from? Usually Trixie Jean wasn't so critical about everything but recently things had changed. Trixie Jean didn't know if Janie's complainin had gotten to her or if it was just natural, but it seemed like every where she looked all she saw was dirt and scum: the walls covered in graffiti,the sewer rats always scurrying next to buildings, and the stains all along the walls of the hallway of the Castle Apartments. Only God knows what those stains were from. Trixie Jean yearned for beauty, she wanted to live in one of those places in the magazines, a sweet cottage just for her and her babies, and maybe one next door for Janie and Strummer. Lord knows that girl could use some fresh air. Trixie Jean knew it was stupid, to think that one day she could live in one of those places that look like you livin in a picture. But maybe, just maybe she could save up her money...who was she kidding though? She was a waitress at a minimum wage job with two babies to raise. Trixie Jean sighed, a girl could dream couldn't she?
