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I really want to finish this one, as I have quite a fondness for the character we meet in this snippet.
“You’d
better be going, Alicia,” the elderly lady interrupted, in a
gentle voice. “You don’t want to be late.”
Alicia looked at her
watch and winced. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. Here
are the house keys, Trixie; make sure you keep them safe. And if you
need anything, don’t hesitate to call.”
“We’ll
be just fine, Aunt Alicia,” Trixie answered, walking her back
to the bedroom door. “Drive safely!”
Alicia looked ready
to issue forth more instructions, but Trixie smiled and shut the door
in her face. She turned to the little old lady lying in the bed and
smiled.
“I didn’t
need an introduction,” Aunt Hepzibah grumbled. “I knew
exactly who you were the minute I saw you. My mind is just fine.
It’s my legs that are bruised and sore.”
“I was sorry
to hear that you’d hurt yourself,” Trixie answered. “Is
there anything you need at the moment?”
The old face
crinkled into an expression of mischief. “About three hours’
more sleep and a nice, young man to keep me warm. But since you
can’t supply the second unless I miss my guess, I’ll just
make do with the first. How about if you wake me at nine and I’ll
have some breakfast then. Can you poach eggs?”
Trixie’s face fell. “Sorry, no.”
The old woman
shrugged. “Pity. Neither can I, but I was hoping you might be
better in the kitchen than I am.”
Trixie grinned.
“Probably not. I can fry, scramble or boil eggs. Would any of
those do?”
She thought for a
few moments. “If it’s not too much trouble, I’ll
take one egg, fried, and a slice of white toast, buttered –
thickly, mind you, and with real butter; none of that nasty,
artificial stuff for me. Oh, and a cup of my special herbal tea.
You’ll find it in a canister next to the kettle. And fix
something for yourself in the meantime. You must be hungry.”
“I am, a
little. And that’s not too much trouble at all.” Trixie
glanced around the room. “Do you want me to bring your food on
a tray at nine? Or can you get out of bed?”
She hesitated a
moment. “I think I’ll have breakfast in bed. Then, if
I’m feeling up to it, I might try to get up.”
“That sounds
like a plan,” Trixie answered. “I’ll see you at
nine with breakfast.”
“Thank you,
dear,” Aunt Hepzibah replied. “And don’t you dare
touch any housework, other than the cooking. I haven’t got you
here to dust! Useless chore!”
A smile spread
across Trixie’s face. “My thoughts, exactly!”