Four

It was a cold Thursday morning, unusually cold, and real rainy. One of them sleep in your bed all days, but Trixie Jean hadn't got no time to spend in bed. There had been some thunderstorms in the past week but it wasn't really on Trixie Jeans mind. What was on her mind was Sweet Pea. Sweet Pea had come down with the sickness. Sweet Pea didn't have no kind of flu vaccination, why should she? She was just a baby after all. They got the real strong immunity systems. But Trixie Jean just couldn't get her poor baby off her mind even when she was workin' at Casa D's. A lady came in, Violet was her name. Violet was one of them girls who looks real spoiled, dresses like some sort of model in the Macy's ads, but she looks sad.
"You need some coffee sweetie?" Trixie Jean was only a few years older than Violet but that few years felt like centuries to her, in that few years Trixie Jean had been through 4 jobs, had two babies, worked infinite hours, and spent countless nights awake with her babies fussin'.
"Yes...yes. please. now." Violet pulled off her big movie star glasses to reveal red-stained eyes and bags that Trixie Jean knew from having two youngins. But Violets bags under her eyes were from a different kind of staying up all night, Violet was hungover as anything. Trixie Jean giggled to herself, the days of going out with the girls, spendin all kinds of time drinking and kissing boys. Trixie Jean missed those days sometimes: where her biggest care in the world was where she was going that night, but now Trixie Jean had responsibility, Trixie Jean had babies. Violet seemed like she could either be really sweet or just be a plain bitch. Trixie Jean wasn't really sure...she didn't have time to be sure, she had customers to attend to and babies to worry about.