I'm gonna tell you right off the bat, Trixie, my third wife, was full of fun. She got me doing all kinda of things I never woulda believed I'd do. Like square dancing; we went to the Dance Barn every Wednesday night. That's when Bethel and me would have been in Prayer Meeting. And Trixie taught me how to do the Cha Cha Cha and the Twist and all kinda of fast dancing. I got pretty good because I had so much practice. The best thing Trixie did for me was take my mind off losing two wives. Especially Bethel.
Trixie liked a lot of attention. She always slept right up against me and was always running her hand through my hair. She didn't cook none, but I could take care of breakfast and dinner. Trixie worked all day at the Glamor Shoppe selling dresses and shoes and women's stuff. We ate almost every supper at Dorothy's Cafe.
Trixie wasn't no special religion, but she loved to go to any revival at any church. She'd get in the spirit and would leave plumb wore out. But she always seemed to revive herself any time she got in the bed.
My life with Trixie was real good, but little did I know the balloon was about to pop and send me crashing back against the wall.
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