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Trixie Chapter 8

Don smiled at her ingenuity and he held her hand and she slowly pull his hand through the sleeve; she carefully held the other sleeve round his bandaged shoulder and went to his other side held it out for him to put his right hand through.

"Oh thank you nurse Trixie, you want to be my personal nurse?"
Trixie giggled and she asked him," Don where's your sling?"

"No, I don't need it now."

"Where?"

"No."

"Where? If you don't tell me, I'll go and asked Dr. Stewart for another one for you."

One of the nurses at the station came to the room and opened the door to peep in, "Ah. Trixie! I knew it was you! "

"Sorry Clara, it was my fault." Don said when he saw Clara at the door.

"No problem but other people might take it differently."

"Sorry!" Trixie said and then she looked at her and asked,
"Clara, can Don have another sling, he seemed to have misplaced his."

"Trixie! It's OK Clara, its in the bathroom."

"Then why didn't you tell me?" Trixie looked at Don.

Don saw the comical side of it and looked at Clara who was expecting him to answer.

"Err… it's wet."

"There, you need another one, Clara, can he have another one? Blue colour please, we want to match."

Don tried to control his laughter but was unable to, he laughed and Clara also laughed and said, "with or without teddy bears?"

"With!"
"Clara!" shouted Trixie and Don together.

"OK, OK, I see what I can find, one blue sling with teddy bears!"

"Funny!"

Don and Trixie sat down side by side eating their muffins. Don looked for the coffee but found none.

"Pixie have you seen my dad?"

"Yep, he brought me here. We met in the garden."

"So where's he? Back in the garden?"

"No!" she giggled, "He went out to get something."

Alan soon came back carrying a bag carefully, "So how was the muffins?"

"Good."
"Not bad." Both of them replied.

"Good, good, Donnie are you alright? You've got a jab for your fever?"

"Better now Dad, er… you bought coffee?" Don asked hopefully.

"No, but something better, Tea and orange juice for you and milk for little madam here."

Trixie giggled and said, "Thank you Mr. Eppes."

"Now you are a friend of Donnie's, you can call me Alan."

Don looked at his dad, shaking his head. "What?" Alan asked him, "You want her to call me Uncle?"

Trixie suddenly spoke, "I had an uncle once, my mummy's brother."

Both of them looked at her, then Don clicked his fingers,
"OMG! I remembered, no wonder it was at the back of my mind troubling me the whole night."

"What is it? Donnie?"

Don put out his hand to his dad and turned to look at Trixie,
"Pixie, your mother's name is…. Er…." Don closed his eyes to think,"Er..Katherine C something Whitney?"
"Donnie, how do you know? I learnt this morning only that she's part Whitney." Alan said.

"Dad, when I came back when mom…mom was ill, I was at the tail-end of a kidnapping or attempted kidnapping case. It was listed as a Cameron/Whitney kidnapping case and when Cameron introduced himself, it suddenly niggled at the back of the head, like as if I had come across this name."

"Kidnapping? Oh my!"

"Yes, I was nearly kidnapped when I was very small." Trixie said,
"My name is Patricia Charmaine Whitney Cameron and my mommy name is Katherine Chantal Whitney."

Alan took hold of Don's hand and pulled him aside, "Excuse us, Trixie."

"Donnie….what if.. and she's alone here with an old lady for company in the afternoons."

"Yes, dad, I know what you're going to say. I am not sure but it's been many years ago and it was attempted so probably her father didn't think it was necessary."

"Not necessary! His daughter was nearly kidnapped and he left her alone here, what kind of father is he!" Alan was getting worked up.

"Dad, do you remember if anything of the accidents were reported and were the names given in the newspaper?"

"Well, I knew about you when Megan came to get Charlie and myself. I remember about something in the newspaper that the FBI and LAPD had managed to save the kidnapped child and caught the kidnapper.
Not sure about the rest, I 'll get Charlie to get hold of that day's newspapers.
Meanwhile can you do something about her, protection?"

"Dad, what can I do? I'm still a patient here and probably won't be able to blow this joint for another day. Anyway, her father should be back in a day or two." Don looked at his father, knowing well what was going inside his mind.

"Er… Donnie, what happened to the case? And what happened to her uncle?"

"Not really sure dad, I was not involved, I was given a new case as soon as I sat down in my new desk. I vaguely recalled that the uncle was found dead in the get away car and the case was unsolved but the girl was alright.
Terry might know of this, I can't remember who was in charge."

"OK, Ok now she stay in this room when…" the phone rang and Don picked it up.

"Yes, Don E., hello? I'm him….um hm….hm Oh. OK thanks."

"What was it?"

"Trixie, the duty nurse called to say your Nana is not well.
I think it was your granduncle who called. He said your Nana is not feeling well and won't be coming to stay with you in the afternoon."

"Ok that's OK, I wish I have some books to read though."

"What about the library?" Alan asked her.

"That's all kiddies' books, who wants to read Enid Blyton? They are so childish."

Alan and Don laughed and Don said, "I read Famous Five when I was your age, but then I was not as smart as you."

Trixie giggled.

"Have you read books by Gerald Durrell? I think that should be OK, not too childish for you?"

"Oh Gerald Durrell of 'My family and other animals?'
I've only read a few of his books. They are marvelous. I'll get daddy to get me some from the book shop."

"I think I have about 3 or 4 in my apartment, I'll get Charlie to get it for you, alright?"
"Yes, that would be nice. I wonder if Concita could bring some for me but Dad told her not to leave the house empty and there's Likky and Bibby to feed and look after, I really miss them."

"What are those, your hamsters?"

Trixie laugh and laugh and both men started laughing with her.

"No, then your rabbits?"

"No, No, there are my Labrador Retrievers."

Don pretended not to know and asked, "What are those? Goats"

"You're funny. They are my dogs. They are white and brown and orange and black and they are very playful."

"OK then, but they have funny names like you. Trixie,Likky, Bibby and your mum's, what does your dad call her? Chanty?

"Don! You are funny, no, no, daddy calls mommy, mommy."

"Now you are funny, how can your daddy calls your mommy, mommy?"

Alan looked at both of them, 'boy this is getting interesting.'

"Yes, he does, but sometimes he calls her poopsie."

"Oh my, dad, can you please shut one of us up?" Don said laughingly.

"Yes! Like your dad calls you Donnie?"

This time Alan started laughing, then all three of them were laughing.
Don was laughing the loudest with tears in his eyes.

They sobered up and then Don looked at her and asked,
"Trixie are you taking any medication?"

"No, but the doctor comes and check my hand but it will be another two weeks before they take off the cast. I told daddy to bring me big crayons so that I get everybody to write on it. Don can you be my first one?"

Alan chortled and Don stared at him, "Yes, of course I like to be the first one to write on your cast."

Tell you what, I get Dad to get you some writing pad, colour pencils and whatever you need and you stay here and keep me company, how's that sound.."

"Bloody.."

"Pixie! You cannot use that. It's not nice."

"But Daddy uses it all the time."

"Daddy is daddy, wait till you become daddy then you can use it."

She giggled and said, "You are funnyman Don Eppes."

Tbc..