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Praefectus Praetorio said:
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“Hello, South Alabama Technical Institute, Guidance Office, Dr. Sullivan speaking.”
“Hello Dr. Sullivan, this is Robin Anderson from Congresswoman Sheilah Rogers’ office in Washington, how are you today?”
“I’m quite good,” replied Beatrix, lying, “and yourself?”
“Excellent, excellent. Working as Director of Constituent Services for the Congresswoman keeps me on my toes, but I love what we can get done for our constituents.”
“That does sound very rewarding,” said Beatrix. Usually, she was outgoing, but her depression over Trixie left her impatient with this cheerful bureaucrat. “What can I do for you?”
“Just a minute of your time please, Dr. Sullivan. I am calling to ask about the progress of a certain student that our staff went to great lengths to help get into SATI, Ms. Beatrix Thomson. I understand that she is due to receive her degree shortly. I just want to confirm that she has kept up her good work and will graduate satisfactorily. She will do so, won’t she?”

Sullivan felt her breath catch in her throat. For a moment she couldn’t breathe and she felt light-headed.
“Dr. Sullivan? Are you still there?”
“Yes,” she croaked, “yes...I’m here, Forgive me, I just had a momentary distraction in the office.”
“Perfectly OK. I apologize for interrupting your work. Now, about Ms. Thomson?”
“Yes...yes. She has done excellent work here, the top of every class and she should receive her Associate’s Certificate with highest honors in just four weeks.”
“That is wonderful news, though I surprised you don't sound happier at it. The Congresswoman shall be most pleased. It has been difficult to convince many like Beatrix to take this kind of opportunity. All they see is a lot of time and effort and they don’t believe that young people coming from these rural towns can ever land a good job. You should be commended for helping her come this far. Have you gotten a lot of good job offers for her yet?”
Beatrix’s voice almost cracked as she stammered into the phone, “Well, actually...no offers...yet. There...there are complications.”

“Complications,” the voice on the line turned distinctly colder. “I thought you told me that she has done very well. Has she a problem that we were not aware of? I was assured that she has a completely clean background, no record of any infraction. If she has gotten this opportunity and received government funds on false grounds, it could be a felony under Federal Law, with very serious consequences”
“Oh no, no, no! You misunderstand. There is nothing lacking on Trixie’s part. She is a fine student and an excellent young lady, despite a rather deprived upbringing.”
“I am most relieved to hear that. But then I don't understand what you mean by complications. What is the problem, Dr. Sullivan?”

Beatrix took a deep breath and began explaining the environment of the legal profession in Alabama. Anderson listened silently on the other end. When the Counselor finished, he said simply, “Thank you for the information, Dr. Sullivan. I can tell you find this situation as distressing as we do. I must say that this development in the job market should have been foreseen."
"I know, It just seemed to elude my attention until recently."
"Be that as it may, please keep up your efforts. Perhaps something will turn up. However, I must mention that Ms. Thomson’s education grant required her to be employed in her field of study within ninety days of graduation, or she becomes immediately liable for all of the total grant.”

“Yes, I know,” said Beatrix, swallowing hard. How could Trixie be burdened with a non-dischargeable loan of $9,000? The girl would be destitute for the next decade at least! “I’m praying that doesn’t come to pass.”

“We need to do more than pray Dr. It’s the law. I need to ring off now. I must inform the Congresswoman at once. She insists on hearing the bad news immediately. I can promise you that she will not like this. Please do all you can in this matter. It is not the poor girl's fault. But she will bear the consequences.”

“Thank you. I shall continue to give the case my full efforts. ”

“Goodbye, Dr. Sullivan.”

“Goodbye, Mr. Anderson.” Beatrix hung up the phone and burst into tears.
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This dialogue is excellent, so compelling. Maybe Trixie could set up a Meth Lab a la 'Breaking Bad' if she can't find work and needs to repay the loan... otherwise she will have to find another way of making money! :hmmm: ...
 
Fossy said:
This dialogue is excellent, so compelling. Maybe Trixie could set up a Meth Lab a la 'Breaking Bad' if she can't find work and needs to repay the loan... otherwise she will have to find another way of making money! :hmmm: ...
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If you are implying what I think you are implying, I am deeply offended! Trixie doesn't do that!!:mad:
 
As usual, PP has included some regional information that I always find interesting and enlightening:

Praefectus Praetorio said:
. . . Wild Ginger found throughout the state in moist woodlands with rich soils. Its shape gives rise to the common name, Little Brown Jug.
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It immediately took me back to a children's song I learned long ago, probably in kindergarden, (and with child friendly lyrics,) called "Little Brown Jug." I looked up the original lyrics, written in 1869 by Joseph Winner, and not surprisingly, they might not be considered suitable for young children. But I think it reflects on Trixie's rural roots and deprived upbringing:

LITTLE BROWN JUG

My wife and I live all alone
In a little hut we called our own;
She loves gin and I love rum,
I tell you what, we have lots of fun!

(Chorus)
Ha, ha, ha, you and me,
Little brown jug, don't I love thee!
Ha, ha, ha, you and me,
Little brown jug, don't I love thee!

'Tis you that makes my friends and foes,
'Tis you that makes me wear old clothes;
But here you are so near my nose,
So tip her up and down she goes.

(Chorus)

When I go toiling on my farm
I take the little jug under my arm;
I place it 'neath a shady tree,
Little brown jug, 'tis you and me.

(Chorus)

If all the folks in Adam's race
Were gathered together in one place,
I'd let them go without a tear
Before I'd part from you, my dear.

(Chorus)

If I'd a cow that gave such milk,
I'd dress her in the finest silk;
Feed her on the choicest hay,
And milk her forty times a day.

(Chorus)

I bought a cow from Farmer Jones,
And she was nothing but skin and bones;
I fed her up as fine as silk,
She jumped the fence and strained her milk.

(Chorus)

And when I die don't bury me at all,
Just pickle my bones in alcohol;
Put a bottle o' booze at my head and feet
And then I know that I will keep.

(Chorus)

The rose is red, my nose is too,
The violet's blue and so are you;
And yet, I guess, before I stop,
We'd better take another drop.

(Chorus)
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
However, I must mention that Ms. Thomson’s education grant required her to be employed in her field of study within ninety days of graduation, or she becomes immediately liable for all of the total grant.”
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I believe that law was modified over the past year in response to the pandemic and subsequent economic crisis. Since there was no chance of the government getting any of the educational investment back from recent graduates, unemployed graduates within ninety days are now required to submit to the surgical removal of a redundant organ, for instance a kidney or an eye or a bit of liver. Attractive females are given an alternate option of selling themselves into slavery, and are then typically exported to Saudi Arabia.

So I'm not losing hope for Trixie.
 
Jon Smithie said:
I believe that law was modified over the past year in response to the pandemic and subsequent economic crisis. Since there was no chance of the government getting any of the educational investment back from recent graduates, unemployed graduates within ninety days are now required to submit to the surgical removal of a redundant organ, for instance a kidney or an eye or a bit of liver. Attractive females are given an alternate option of selling themselves into slavery, and are then typically exported to Saudi Arabia.

So I'm not losing hope for Trixie.
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Remember, though not mentioned explicitly here, this phone conversation took place in early January 2019, before Barbara Moore booked her getaway to Singapore for March.
 
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Trixie climbed the stairs in the Administration Building slowly as if marching to her execution. The usual happy, determined spring in her step was missing. It wasn't the heavy workload she carried; it was this summons to Beatrix – Dr. Sullivan's office. Usually, when her mentor requested her presence, it was with a cheerful note with flower doodles (Dr. Sullivan was a habitual doodler) and signed Beatrix. However, when Trixie got to the campus this morning and checked her mailbox, there was a folded note with the words, “My Office, Today, 3 PM. Dr. Sullivan” It sounded too much to Trixie like being summoned to the Principal's office for an infraction. What had she done wrong? With graduation only a couple of weeks away, it would be catastrophic for a serious problem to arise. Even more than the worry of consequences to her, the worst thought in her mind was the possibility that she had let Beatrix down. Words couldn’t describe the love and gratitude she had for that woman.
Trixie came up to room 203 and knocked tentatively on the door. “Come in,” came the reply. It wasn’t Dr. Sullivan's usual cheery and confident voice. She sounded miserable. As Trixie entered and caught her first glance at the Counselor, she was shocked at the woman's appearance. Instead of the usual smile, her face was stony as if she was struggling to keep her emotions under control, and her eyes were bloodshot as if she'd been crying.

“Ms. Thomson,” said the older woman, “please have a seat.” Trixie flinched at the seeming coldness of the greeting.
Trixie obediently sat, stiff in the chair with her knees squeezed together. Her hands were clenched tightly on her lap, her knuckles white. Her mind raced, trying to identify what she had done wrong.

"Ms. Thomson, I called you in here because, with graduation so close, a very disturbing issue has arisen." Unconsciously, the Counselor was using Trixie's last name, in an unsuccessful attempt to contain her emotions.
Trixie was almost crying. “Oh God, Dr. Sullivan! I’m so sorry!”
“What? Sorry for what?”
“Whatever I did. I'm sorry! I'll do anything to make it up!" The girl's voice was breaking, and her eyes were watering.
"Who said you did something wrong? NO! But I am afraid that I have very bad news."

Beatrix then proceeded to explain to Trixie the whole situation of legal secretaries in Alabama. While the girl gradually was able to shake off the fear that she had failed somehow, the news that there would be no job anytime soon in her field of training sunk in, feeling like a giant lead weight pulling her under the waves to drown. Trixie had, as the reader knows by now, great willpower, but this deeply disappointing news was almost enough to break her spirit right there. When Dr. Sullivan finished by explaining Trixie’s potential liability for the $9,000 grant and that she had to pay it since it wasn't dischargeable by any means, including bankruptcy, Trixie broke down and sobbed.

Dr. Sullivan wanted desperately to go over and take the cute, sad redhead in her arms and comfort her. Somehow, amid all this sorrow, comfort in Beatrix's mind kept wandering to thoughts of kissing her tears away and caressing the girl’s sweet body with more than support in mind. Somehow, she remained seated and professional even as she noticed slight dampness between her legs.

The Counselor tried adding the usual bland and hollow words of encouragement like, "We'll keep trying," We just need to search harder. I’ll leave no stone unturned! Don’t give up!” but her voice carried no conviction when she spoke this. And Trixie knew that the situation was hopeless.
Just then, the desk phone rang, and Beatrix let out an uncharacteristic, Damn!
As she looked over at the display, she repeated Damn and turned to Trixie.
"I'm sorry, but I must take this. Would you wait outside please? Don't leave. We need to talk more."

Trixie silently nodded assent and rose and went out the door like a condemned prisoner on her last walk.
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
Trixie climbed the stairs in the Administration Building slowly as if marching to her execution. The usual happy, determined spring in her step was missing. It wasn't the heavy workload she carried; it was this summons to Beatrix – Dr. Sullivan's office. Usually, when her mentor requested her presence, it was with a cheerful note with flower doodles (Dr. Sullivan was a habitual doodler) and signed Beatrix. However, when Trixie got to the campus this morning and checked her mailbox, there was a folded note with the words, “My Office, Today, 3 PM. Dr. Sullivan” It sounded too much to Trixie like being summoned to the Principal's office for an infraction. What had she done wrong? With graduation only a couple of weeks away, it would be catastrophic for a serious problem to arise. Even more than the worry of consequences to her, the worst thought in her mind was the possibility that she had let Beatrix down. Words couldn’t describe the love and gratitude she had for that woman.
Trixie came up to room 203 and knocked tentatively on the door. “Come in,” came the reply. It wasn’t Dr. Sullivan's usual cheery and confident voice. She sounded miserable. As Trixie entered and caught her first glance at the Counselor, she was shocked at the woman's appearance. Instead of the usual smile, her face was stony as if she was struggling to keep her emotions under control, and her eyes were bloodshot as if she'd been crying.

“Ms. Thomson,” said the older woman, “please have a seat.” Trixie flinched at the seeming coldness of the greeting.
Trixie obediently sat, stiff in the chair with her knees squeezed together. Her hands were clenched tightly on her lap, her knuckles white. Her mind raced, trying to identify what she had done wrong.

"Ms. Thomson, I called you in here because, with graduation so close, a very disturbing issue has arisen." Unconsciously, the Counselor was using Trixie's last name, in an unsuccessful attempt to contain her emotions.
Trixie was almost crying. “Oh God, Dr. Sullivan! I’m so sorry!”
“What? Sorry for what?”
“Whatever I did. I'm sorry! I'll do anything to make it up!" The girl's voice was breaking, and her eyes were watering.
"Who said you did something wrong? NO! But I am afraid that I have very bad news."

Beatrix then proceeded to explain to Trixie the whole situation of legal secretaries in Alabama. While the girl gradually was able to shake off the fear that she had failed somehow, the news that there would be no job anytime soon in her field of training sunk in, feeling like a giant lead weight pulling her under the waves to drown. Trixie had, as the reader knows by now, great willpower, but this deeply disappointing news was almost enough to break her spirit right there. When Dr. Sullivan finished by explaining Trixie’s potential liability for the $9,000 grant and that she had to pay it since it wasn't dischargeable by any means, including bankruptcy, Trixie broke down and sobbed.

Dr. Sullivan wanted desperately to go over and take the cute, sad redhead in her arms and comfort her. Somehow, amid all this sorrow, comfort in Beatrix's mind kept wandering to thoughts of kissing her tears away and caressing the girl’s sweet body with more than support in mind. Somehow, she remained seated and professional even as she noticed slight dampness between her legs.

The Counselor tried adding the usual bland and hollow words of encouragement like, "We'll keep trying," We just need to search harder. I’ll leave no stone unturned! Don’t give up!” but her voice carried no conviction when she spoke this. And Trixie knew that the situation was hopeless.
Just then, the desk phone rang, and Beatrix let out an uncharacteristic, Damn!
As she looked over at the display, she repeated Damn and turned to Trixie.
"I'm sorry, but I must take this. Would you wait outside please? Don't leave. We need to talk more."

Trixie silently nodded assent and rose and went out the door like a condemned prisoner on her last walk.
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Trixie hears the bad news ...

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Barbaria1 said:
Masterful. I felt so much sympathy for Trixie, and it was the writing that did that to me as I’m not generally prone to feeling sympathetic to redheads in general (that’s another story). Trixie deserves a break. I hope it’s coming soon.
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I love it when readers react that way to my characters. Do you feel sympathy for Dr. Sullivan and her (so far) unfulfilled desires?
 
I regret to inform you that I shall take a break from posting Trixie for the next few days. Many of you know I live near Myrtle Beach SC. We are under a flash flood watch as the remains of Tropical Depression Claudette approaches. It is not that which is affecting me.
When Claudette passed through Alabama Yesterday, it made many roads dangerous. Unfortunately, that resulted in a vehicle hydroplaning on I65 in Butler County and fifteen vehicles piling up. Ten persons were killed, nine of those children. A father and his 9-month-old daughter were killed as well as eight other minors riding in a Tallapoosa County Girls Ranch vehicle. TCGR is one of four youth ranches led by the Christian organization Alabama Sheriffs Youth Ranches, which provides a home for abused, neglected, or homeless school-age girls. Eight girls, already suffering from dysfunctional (and worse) home lives, have now died tragically, ending all hope to grow up and have a normal life.
You may recall that Evergreen is on I65 and the accident took place just a few miles away in the next county.
Today is father's day and I am the proud father of two daughters. I have been deeply saddened by the news and the coincidence with my story in location and the homelife of Trixie. I need a little time off. Please pray for the families of the dead and the survivors.
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Alabama interstate wreck leaves 10 dead, including 9 children

A wreck on an Alabama interstate has left at least 10 people dead, including nine children.
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Praefectus Praetorio said:
I regret to inform you that I shall take a break from posting Trixie for the next few days. Many of you know I live near Myrle Beach SC. We are under a flash flood watch as the remains of Tropical Depression Claudette approaches. It is not that which is affecting me.
When Claudette passed through Alabama Yesterday, it made many roads dangerous. Unfortunately, that resulted in a vehicle hydroplaning on I65 in Butler County and fifteen vehicles piling up. Ten persons were killed, nine of those children. A father and his 9-month-old daughter were killed as well as eight other minors riding in a Tallapoosa County Girls Ranch vehicle. TCGR is one of four youth ranches led by the Christian organization Alabama Sheriffs Youth Ranches, which provides a home for abused, neglected, or homeless school-age girls. Eight girls, already suffering from dysfunctional (and worse) home lives, have now died tragically, ending all hope to grow up and have a normal life.
You may recall that Evergreen is on I65 and the accident took place just a few miles away in the next county.
Today is father's day and I am the proud father of two daughters. I have been deeply saddened by the news and the coincidence with my story in location and the homelife of Trixie. I need a little time off. Please pray for the families of the dead and the survivors.
www.foxnews.com

Alabama interstate wreck leaves 10 dead, including 9 children

A wreck on an Alabama interstate has left at least 10 people dead, including nine children.
www.foxnews.com www.foxnews.com
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A tragedy PrPr. Thank you for sharing your feelings, sometimes it is hard to rationalise the content of our fantasies with the realities of life that affect us and which we all care about as human beings. We will still be here when you feel ready to return, and I'm sure many of us would be happy to be here for you should you wish to share more either in this thread or privately. Prayers for the dead and injured will be offered of course, but you take care too my friend.
 
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“Hello, South Alabama Technical Institute, Guidance Office, Dr. Sullivan speaking.” Beatrix’s voice caught in her throat as she fought back tears.
“Hello Dr. Sullivan, this is Robin Anderson from Congresswoman Sheilah Rogers’ office in Washington, are you OK? You don’t sound well.”
“Good afternoon Mr. Anderson. I am fine, just a touch of allergies I think.”
“That’s too bad. Take care of yourself. I called because I’ve got wonderful news from the Congresswoman.”
“Oh really? And what is that?” Dr. Sullivan’s reaction was tempered by the fact that he sounded like every government staffer, who regarded the publishing of another set of forms to be completed as wonderful news.
“Well,” said Robin, a little disappointed at her reaction. He then put it down to her allergies and resumed his enthusiastic attitude, “As you may know, Congresswoman Rogers has been a tireless crusader since arriving here in Washington, for the Federal agencies to begin recruiting from such disadvantaged areas as Southern Alabama. Needless to say, she has had to overcome a lot of inertia.”
“Of course,” agreed Beatrix, finding discussion of Washington politics and bureaucracy tiring while she knew Trixie was waiting in the hall, her dreams crushed.
“Fortunately, Sheilah’s prime committee assignment this session is on the Committee on Foreign Affairs, which, naturally, you know has oversight for the US Department of State. By a remarkably happy coincidence, she had a breakfast meeting scheduled this morning with Carol Perez, who was just approved by the Senate on January 2nd, as the Director-General of the Foreign Service. You can, of course, recognize the marvelous serendipity of the timing!”
My God! Thought Sullivan. How much more of this inside baseball will he cover before getting to the point? “Yes, of course.”
“Well, the long and the short of it is that the Congresswoman, with Director General who is the head of personnel at the State Department all to herself, wouldn’t let her go until she promised to send a recruiting team to Alabama, and to SATI in particular, looking for legal secretaries for US Embassies abroad! Our Ms. Thomson now has a fighting chance for a prime job in the State Department, seeing the world!”
“OH MY GOD!!!” screamed Beatrix, when she heard this. After those words, she was incoherent for the next minute.
Anderson chuckled with pleasure on the other end of the line and gave the Counselor a moment to calm down. Then she began spewing thanks and gratitude without pause or limit. When they could have an exchange of information, he gave her the details of the visit to write down and cautioned her to help prepare “Our little Trixie” for the interview. Dr. Sullivan promised to do so and then told him she would pass on the good news to the student.

As she hung up the phone, Dr. Sullivan, uncharacteristically shouted through her door. “Trixie! Get in here now!”
 
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