the adventures of yeti - 18. trixie

by bofa xesjum

part eighteen of ?

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… to the lake… daniel found himself down at the lake. dark night had fallen. he did not know how late it was. would mom be worried about him, be wondering where he was? would anybody be worried about him, be wondering where he was? marcy daniels would not be worried about him, that was for damn sure… daniel realized he really did not care if anybody was worrying about him or wondering where he was. the moon and the stars looked down on him and laughed. a breeze came up, and the ripples on the lake surface looked at him and laughed. what a fool he had been! the full force of realizing that life had no meaning and was a complete hoax and con game was just beginning to sink in on him, as it had on so many before him, though daniel had been steamrolled by the truth at a later age than many… as he looked at the ripples in the lake and the moon’s reflection in them, he became aware that he was not alone. he turned and saw a small person standing about ten feet behind him. a child? no, a girl about his own age. she looked familiar… daniel had never liked to be at a loss for words, and do i know you? was the only thing he could think to say. i’m trixie nixon, the girl replied, but maybe you don’t remember me. oh, yes, daniel remembered her now. “trixie the pixie” nixon, one of the leaders of arty clique at school, the ones who “went their own way” and never joined any of the official school clubs, not even the poetry or drama clubs. but what he really remembered, now that he saw her, was that she had disappeared about a year ago. some said “mysteriously”, others that she had just moved away. the school had never said she had “disappeared mysteriously”, nor was there anything in the media. so the busy kids with active lives, like daniel, had moved on and forgotten about her, but she continued to spoken of “in whispers”, by the “outcasts”. so, here she was at the lake, not as far away as all that. in the middle of the night. in the middle of the night? daniel was not sure what time it was. despite his traumatic experience realizing that everything he believed in was a lie, daniel was still the well bred young man he had always been, so when trixie said maybe you don’t remember me, after only a slight hesitation he answered, oh yes, of course i remember you now. it’s just that the light is not so great here. right. and i remember you, big guy. one of the big jocks and fast trackers. you graduated from yale the day you were born. daniel was well accustomed to such jibes, and he answered easily, yes and i was tapped for skull and bones too. be that as it may, champ, what are you doing out here at the lake at three in the morning ? and without your letter sweater on? three in the morning? daniel did not know what to say. suddenly he was overcome, and he poured out his heart, telling his whole sad story to trixie the pixie. 19. across the lake