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Have
you ever wondered how Jim and Trixie felt after he rescued her out of the
tunnel during The Mystery of the Emeralds? I certainly hope so,
because that’s the whole premise of this story! So,
without further ado, in honor of the 11th Annual Jixaversary
Celebration, The Cameo proudly presents “Kryptonite.” P.S.
Happy Birthday, Jixemitri, and a very Happy Jixaversary to the lovely CathyP.
I took
a walk around the world to If I go
crazy then will you still Williamsburg, Virginia Twelve years before the Glimpses
into the Future Universe… Except for the sound of
snoring that was coming from the master bedroom, the cottage where the
Lynches and Bob-Whites were staying was perfectly still. Trixie closed the
door to the girls’ bedroom behind her and crept quietly down the hallway.
Sick of tossing and turning in bed, she had decided a glass of warm milk
might help relax her. Although she’d been exhausted when they had gone to bed
earlier that night, she hadn’t been able to fall asleep. All she could think
about was how much she wanted to find the emerald necklace for Mr. Carver and
how disappointed she had been that Jenkins had supposedly found it first. The
moonlight streaming in through the windows provided just enough light to help
her find the kitchen without killing herself.
As she opened up the refrigerator, she heard a familiar husky voice
behind her. “Looking for this?” Startled,
Trixie nearly jumped out of her skin. “Gleeps,
Jim,” she gasped, clutching her pounding chest. Although the summer heat was
still noticeable in spite of the air-conditioning, she shivered. “You nearly
gave me a heart attack!” “Shhh!” he shushed. “You’ll wake up Mr. and Mrs. Lynch.” Trixie
huffed loudly. “Well, if you didn’t want me to scream, then you shouldn’t
have scared the living daylights out of me.” Jim
ran his fingers through his hair like a comb and tried to smooth out the
wrinkles of his T-shirt. “Surely I don’t look that scary.” “Everybody’s scary in the dark,” she told
him, putting her hands on her hips. “I had no idea that you were even here.
Why didn’t you turn on the light? It’s almost like you were lying in wait for
me.” “Huh!
You wish, Belden!” Jim teased with a devilish grin. Trixie’s
initial fright turned into indignation, and she shot him a look so menacing
that it would’ve scared a small child. Jim, however, was more amused than
afraid, but he was smart enough to realize that he would be risking his life
by admitting it. “Sorry,
I didn’t mean to sit here without the light on,” he chuckled. “I’ve always
been able to see well in the dark. I couldn’t sleep, and I thought some warm
milk would help. I guess great minds think alike.” “Yeah,
I guess they do,” she agreed. After finding a glass, she joined Jim at the
small bistro table where he was sitting. Her eyes had finally adjusted to the
darkness, so she could see well enough to pour some milk into the small pot
that was already on the stove. “Do you want a refill?” “Sure,
why not? I’m not driving, so fill ‘er up, miss.” Grinning,
Trixie added more milk to the pot. “Are Brian and Mart asleep?” “Your
brothers were out for the count ten minutes after their heads hit their
pillows,” Jim answered. “How about Honey and Di?” “It
took them a bit longer to drift off, but they’re both sound asleep now.
That’s why I came in here. I was afraid I’d wake them up with all my tossing
and turning.” “Can’t
sleep either, huh?” Trixie
shook her head. “I just can’t quit thinking about that emerald necklace. If
only we’d been able to find it first!” “You
did your best, Shamus,” Jim soothed. “On the bright side, now that he’s found
the necklace, maybe Jenkins will leave Mr. Carver alone.” Trixie
gave another huff as she poured the warmed milk into their glasses and then
sat in the seat cattycorner from Jim’s. “I guess that’s some consolation, but it isn’t enough to completely take away the
sting.” Jim
smiled sympathetically. Trixie had been determined to find that necklace, so
it was no wonder that she was so upset. Her fierce tenacity was one of the
things he admired most about her. “Is that what’s keeping you up?” she
inquired. “Are you worried about Mr. Carver, too?” “Noooo, not exactly,” he drawled. “Then
what’s the problem? Mart isn’t snoring, is he?” Smiling,
Jim shook his head. “No, that isn’t it either.” Trixie
waited patiently for Jim to explain what was keeping him awake, but he never
did. “So, why can’t you sleep?” she finally urged. “It’s
kind of hard to explain.” “Well,
the night is still young, and my glass is still full,” she prompted. Jim
flashed one of his infamous lopsided grins—the kind that made Trixie’s toes
curl. “All right, but I have a feeling that you aren’t going to like what I
have to say.” The
palms of Trixie’s hands prickled. Suddenly, the thought of hearing his
explanation terrified her. If he told her that he couldn’t sleep because he
was thinking of another girl, she didn’t know what she would do. Although the
two weren’t allowed to go steady yet, it had always been understood that they
were special to one another, and she had the I.D. bracelet to prove it! Was
Jim getting ready to tell her that he was giving fond glances to someone
else? “Trixie,”
Jim began tenuously, “I don’t want you to get mad at me, but…” Oh, woe, she thought, here it comes. Bracing herself for the
inevitable impact, she put on a brave face and prayed her voice wouldn’t fail
her.“But what, Jim?” He
sighed deeply before speaking. “I’m just going to spit it out. Trixie, I
can’t quit thinking about that close call you had in the tunnel. If I hadn’t
gotten to you when I did...” He shuddered, unable to complete the horrible
thought. To
his surprise, Trixie breathed a sigh of relief. “Is that what’s bothering you?” she asked, not meaning to sound
flippant. “Gleeps, Jim! I thought you were worried
about something serious.” “That
is serious, Trixie!” Jim grabbed
her hand and peered into her eyes. “You almost died down there. You were
about ready to lose consciousness when I found you. I caught you as you were
getting ready to faint. If I hadn’t found you when I did and pulled you out—” “But
you did find me, Jim,” she pointed
out. “You did pull me out, so
there’s no reason to be so upset about what happened.” Jim
shook his head in disbelief. “If I didn’t know better, I would think you
weren’t a bit afraid of what happened this afternoon.” “Well,
to be perfectly honestly, I wasn’t,” she admitted. That
wasn’t the answer that Jim had wanted to hear. He leaned over the table to
lay a hand on her arm and assumed a stern tone. “Trixie, you shouldn’t be so
careless! If I hadn’t found you when I did—” “But Jim,
that’s why I wasn’t afraid,” she explained. “You always find me. No matter what kind of trouble I get into, I know
that I can count on you to rescue me.” Jim quirked a
ginger brow as he studied her face. As independent as Trixie was, he
sincerely doubted that she had intended that remark as a compliment.
Thankfully, she didn’t appear to be mad, and her expression was admiring as
she looked up at him. Not only did that surprise him, it left his ears
burning with a hint of a pleased blush. “You have way
too much faith in me,” he snorted. Trixie shook
her head, her lips curved in a confident smile. “No, I don’t. I’ve just
learned from previous experience that you’ll arrive in the nick of time to
save the day.” Jim held up a
hand in protest. “Stop, Trixie. You’re making me out to be some kind of
hero.” “But you are a hero, Jim. Don’t you remember
how you rescued me from Dick the Dip?” Jim rolled his
eyes. “As I recall, I had a little help from Regan on that one, and I did
very little of the actual rescuing.” “Well, I
suppose your technique has improved
since then,” she giggled. “But it was very impressive how you untied yourself
and rallied Regan’s help. Richard Blank didn’t stand a chance!” Too
embarrassed to say anything, Jim merely snorted in disbelief. “There was
also the time you rescued us in the flood at Happy Valley,” Trixie added. “All I did was
insist that we climb up to the top of the barn,” he argued. Trixie shook
her head. “That isn’t true. You also kept me from drowning after I fell
overboard, and then after Honey capsized the boat, you managed to help us get
back in it. If it weren’t for you, Honey and I would’ve been goners. I didn’t
tell you then, but I wasn’t sure how much longer I would’ve been able to
tread water. I was awfully tired.” “I knew I should’ve hit you in the head
with that oar,” Jim muttered, remembering how frightened he had been that day
in Iowa. “If you just would’ve stayed sitting down like I told you, we
could’ve gotten to the top of that barn a lot sooner. Not only that, we
would’ve been a lot drier, too.” “You pulled me
from the sinkhole in Bob-White Cave,” Trixie contributed, completely ignoring
Jim’s belated lecture. “I thought for sure that someone would have to call
Moms and Dad to tell them I’d drowned.” Jim shuddered
at the memory. “And to think—after I pulled you up, all you cared about was
those stupid fish!” “Oh, Jim,
where would I be without you?” she wondered aloud. Suddenly, her entire face
brightened so much that it was practically glowing. “Why, you’re just
like…like…like Superman!” It was Jim’s
turn to glow, as Trixie’s compliment caused his face to turn as red as his
hair. “You’re talking crazy now, Shamus.” “No, I’m not!”
With a giggle, she added, “Why, you’re faster than a speeding bullet, more
powerful than a locomotive, and able to slide off clubhouse roofs in a single
bound!” “Aw, you’re
just making fun of me now.” “I am not,” Trixie
insisted with a stubborn thrust of her chin. “You’re Superman whether you
like it or not, Jim Frayne. You’re a superhero. So just suck it up, and wear
the cape.” In spite of
the fact that he didn’t agree with her assessment of him, Jim couldn’t help
but beam with pride that Trixie thought so highly of him. He didn’t care what
most people thought of him, but Trixie’s opinion mattered very much. “Do I have to
wear the tights?” he asked, passing off her praise as a joke. Trixie wagged
her finger at him in a scolding manner. “You’ll wear the cape, the tights,
and the boots, and you will like
it,” she informed him crisply. “Now, I don’t want to hear another word about
it or I’m going to send you to the Fortress of Solitude without your dinner.” “Yes, ma’am.”
Lips twitching, he was unable to keep from grinning no matter how hard he
tried. “Or would you prefer to be called Lex Luthor?” Trixie’s own
smile immediately disappeared and was replaced with a scowl. Looking down her
nose at him, she inquired, “Do I look
like a villainous mastermind to you?” “Well, no, but
looks can be deceiving. Especially
when it comes to super villains.” Smirking,
Trixie crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Humph. That shows how smart
you are. If I recall correctly, Lex Luthor was as bald as a cue
ball, and I’ve got more hair than I know what to do with.” “You’ve got a
point there,” Jim acknowledged, giving his favorite curl a tug. “Besides, you remind me more of Lois Lane
than Lex Luthor.” “But I don’t
look a thing like Lois Lane.” “True, but
you’ve certainly got her spunk,” Jim returned. Trixie’s pink
mouth twisted in a smirk. “Is that a nice way of saying that you’ve always
got to save my bacon?” “Of course
not,” he chuckled. “Come to think
of it, I do have a habit of getting
myself into all kinds of scrapes,” she admitted with a giggle. “After over a
year of hanging around with me, you probably think I’m
an accident waiting to happen.” Jim shook his
head. “I don’t think that at all, Shamus.” “Huh, I
wouldn’t blame you if you did.” “If it makes
you feel any better, I don’t mind,” he said lightly. Releasing a
pent-up breath in noisy fashion, Trixie rolled her eyes in exasperation.
“Yeah, but maybe I mind,” she
groused. “Now that I really think about it, it seems I constantly play the
part of the damsel in distress and you always have to be the hero who comes
to my rescue.” “Hey, you were
the one calling me Superman, so don’t get mad at me,” Jim pointed out,
holding up his hands in protest. He was accustomed to Trixie’s quickly
changing moods, but this shift of attitude took even him by surprise. “I’m not mad
at you,” she muttered. “I’m mad at myself for being such a helpless female.” A fond smile
played across Jim’s lips as he regarded the sandy blonde. “You’re anything
but a helpless female, Trixie Belden. You’re the strongest, bravest, smartest
girl I know.” “Now you’re teasing,” she said, her cheeks
coloring prettily. Jim grinned as
he held up two fingers like he was preparing to recite the Boy Scout oath. “I
mean every word, Bob-White honor,” he declared. “You’re such an amazing
person, Shamus. You’re never afraid to take on a project, no matter how
impossible or crazy it seems, and somehow you always manage to succeed. I
really admire that about you.” “The only
reason I succeed is because I have the Bob-Whites to help me. Without friends
like you, I’d…I’d…Well, everything would end in disaster, and we would never
accomplish anything,” she faltered. Knowing
it was useless to contradict her, Jim merely smiled. “You’re right; our
projects are a team effort, but
you’re the driving force behind everything we do,” he maintained. “If it
weren’t for you, we wouldn’t ever take on any causes in the first place.
You’re our inspiration.” Trixie
peeked up at him through a fringe of sandy lashes. She didn’t speak, but a
wistful smile edged her lips. “And
if raising money for worthy causes isn’t amazing enough, look at what an
awesome detective you are,” he continued. “You’ve solved more cases than
Perry Mason.” With a wink, he added, “And you’re a lot prettier, too.” Trixie’s
skin burned as her blush traveled from her cheeks to the base of her neck. “I
don’t solve those cases by myself, you know. Honey does a lot of the work.” “She
does,” Jim affirmed with a nod. “However, there wouldn’t be a Schoolgirl Shamuses if it weren’t for you. You’ve done a lot
to bring Honey out of her shell and help her discover how strong she really
is.” Acute
embarrassment caused Trixie to fidget in her seat. “Can we please talk about something else now?
I promise to never, ever, ever call
you Superman again if you’ll just change the subject.” “Honey
isn’t the only Bob-White you’ve helped,” Jim added, ignoring her request.
“You kept Di and her family from being swindled by Tilney
Britten, you convinced Regan not to send away Dan—” “It’s
official; I’m never, ever saying
anything nice about you ever
again,” she interrupted. “—and
if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t even live
in Sleepyside, much less be a member of a club there,” he concluded. “I’d be
on a cattle ship in the middle of the ocean, completely alone, without any
family or home to call my own.” Trixie
involuntarily shuddered as she imagined her life without Jim Frayne in it. It
wasn’t a pleasant thought. “But…but you came back because the Wheelers were
going to adopt you,” she whispered. “You didn’t stay in Sleepyside because of
me.” Yes, I did. The words rang through Jim’s brain like a church bell on
Sunday morning. Unfortunately, although his brain sent the signal to speak
those three tiny words, his lips and tongue refused to cooperate, and they
remained unspoken. “All
that matters is that I stayed,” he finally managed to say. “And it’s a good
thing I did, because if I weren’t around, who else would squeeze into jeans
two sizes too small and go undercover with you?” “Not
those numbskull brothers of mine, that’s for sure,” Trixie snickered. Jim stared down at his freckled hands. “Of
course, if Dan had gone with us to Cobbett’s Island, I’ll bet he would’ve
volunteered for the job, and he wouldn’t have needed to borrow a leather
jacket from Tom.” Nervous about
what Trixie’s reaction would be, he lifted his gaze so he could study her
face. Jim hadn’t had much competition for Trixie’s attention until the former
gang member arrived. While he considered Dan a good friend, Jim didn’t
particularly want him vying for a certain sandy blonde’s affections. On the
surface, Jim appeared cool and confident, but Jonesy’s physical and emotional
abuse had left his left just as many scars on his psyche as it had his body.
He couldn’t blame Trixie if she picked Dan over him, but at the same time, he
knew he wouldn’t be able to handle it if she did. “Oh, I’m sure Dan would have gone with me, and he would’ve been really convincing
and made sure that nobody hurt me,” Trixie finally answered. Coloring
slightly, she added, “But if I had to choose between Dan and you, I would’ve
picked you, Jim.” “Really?” Trixie
giggled. “I’m not sure why you’re so surprised.” “Well, I just
thought that you would’ve preferred to go with Dan,” Jim explained. “I mean,
I worry about you too much and tend to lecture more than I should, while
Dan’s more easygoing and daring…like you. He probably wouldn’t hover as badly
as I do.” “Humph, Dan
worries and hovers, too; he’s just sneakier about it than you are,” Trixie
informed him. “Besides, I know that you do that stuff because you care.” Jim merely
nodded in agreement. “And I have to
admit that sometimes I need a
lecture,” she continued. “I can’t explain it, but when I’m on the trail of a
mystery, I lose my head and do some crazy stuff.” “Sorry, but I
can’t argue with that,” Jim said with a wry grin. “However, I’ll always be
there to provide a voice of reason before you get too crazy.” She returned
the grin, only hers was of the saucy variety. “On behalf of Moms and Dad,
thank you. And I’ll always be there to give you a shot in the arm when you need a little…push,” she retorted.
“Thank you,
because I know I need it,” he chuckled. Trixie’s countenance
grew thoughtful. “You know, we make a pretty good team. When I rush ahead,
you’re always there to remind me to slow down.” “And when I’m
too afraid to take a leap of faith, you’re there to give me a gentle nudge
when I need it,” he added. “I think we balance out each other fairly well.” “We do,” she
agreed. Jim leaned
back in the kitchen chair, a familiar fond expression on his face as he
studied the curly-haired blonde as the moonlight shone on her through the
window. Cute and cozy in her pajamas, he had to force himself not to kiss
her. Gulping back the intense longing he felt, he whispered huskily, “I’m
glad you’re an important part of my life, Trixie Belden.” “Me too, Jim.” “You
definitely make things exciting,” he added, “and your enthusiasm is downright
contagious.” Trixie
made a face. “Yeah, like the flu.” “Well,
I have to admit that some of the predicaments you’ve gotten yourself into have made me a little sick to my
stomach,” he quipped. “Like
when I’m breathing bad air in a confined space?” she suggested with an impish
grin. “Exactly.” “Well,
lucky for me my Superman was nearby to rescue me.” Jim
slapped himself on the forehead. “Oh no! You aren’t starting that again, are you? You’ve piled it
on so thick that I’m starting to feel sick.” “Don’t
be silly,” Trixie contradicted, dismissing his protests with a wave of her
hand. “Superheroes don’t get sick. You’re insus…insis…inses…Germs don’t bother
you.” “I’m
not any more insusceptible than you
are,” he said with a wink, purposely using the word for which she had been
searching. “Even Superman has a weakness.” “Ah,
yes,” she murmured. “That’s very true. I forgot about that.” Ignoring the
first basic rule of dining etiquette, Trixie propped her elbows on the table
and rested her chin on her clasped hands. She looked up at him with wide,
blue eyes, her golden-tipped lashes fluttering. The slight movement caused
her curls to bounce. Her sandy-colored tresses were askew from all of her
tossing and turning, and although the out-of-control ringlets were the bane
of Trixie’s existence, they drove Jim crazy (in a good way, of course). He
yearned to reach out and give the one that rested in the middle of her
forehead a playful tug. As far as he was concerned, the messier her curls
were, the better, and right now they were very messy. Jim’s heart
pounded in his chest a mile a minute as she shot him a twin-dimpled grin.
Perhaps what he found most endearing of all was the fact that Trixie was
completely and utterly unaware of the effect she had on him. She was a total
angel, and he loved her with all the fervor and purity that a
sixteen-year-old boy could feel for a girl. “Soooo…” she drawled out, “what’s your kryptonite,
Superman?” Jim blinked
his eyes. All of Trixie’s eye fluttering, curl bouncing, and dimple showing
had hypnotized him, and he struggled to find his way out of this stupor.
“Pardon?” “I asked you
what your kryptonite was,” she repeated. “My
kryptonite?” Trixie sighed
as she rolled her eyes. “Yes, kryptonite. You know, Superman’s only
weakness.” “Shamus,
contrary to what you may think, I have lots
of weaknesses, not just one,” he told her. “Well, then,
tell me what your biggest weakness
is,” she coaxed. Jim quirked an
incredulous brow at her. “You aren’t going to give up until I tell you, are
you?” “Do I ever give up when I’m trying to
extract sensitive information from a suspect?” That question
definitely fell into the rhetorical category and was so obvious that it didn’t
require an answer. “All right, I
have an idea. How about I tell you what my
kryptonite is, and then you can tell me what yours is?” Trixie suggested. Jim expelled a
ragged breath. “I’m probably going to regret this, but it’s a deal. What’s
your kryptonite?” Without
skipping a beat, she flashed him a saucy grin and replied, “Getting myself
into dangerous situations. Now, tell me yours.” “I don’t
really—” “Jim!” Trixie
wailed. “You promised! What’s your kryptonite?” It was on the
tip of his tongue to say “you,” but he bit back the response and gave a more
cryptic one. “Well, it would have to be my penchant for rescuing damsels in
distress, of course.” Trixie
directed an indignant sniff in Jim’s direction. “I answered the question
seriously, but you’re making a joke out of it.” “I am being serious,” he insisted. “You
asked me what my weakness was, and I told you. I’m a sucker for a girl in
need of my help, especially if she has blue eyes as big as saucers, curly
hair, and a beautiful smile framed by dimples the size of the Grand Canyon.” A flush of
color invaded Trixie’s cheeks and marred her peaches and cream complexion.
“You’re teasing me, Jim Frayne,” she whispered. A fond
expression on his face, Jim lifted a freckled hand and tugged on his favorite
curl. “I’d never tease you about something like that,” he murmured huskily.
“I’ll spend the rest of my life rescuing you.” “Even when I’m
so clumsy that I fall into sinkholes?” “For one
thing, you don’t fall into sinkholes because you’re clumsy; you fall into
sinkholes because you’re impetuous,” he corrected. He reached over to clasp
her hand. “For another, I’ll keep rescuing you no matter how many sinkholes
you fall into, no matter how many tunnels I have to
carry you out of, and no matter how many bad guys that I have to beat up
along the way. Keeping you safe is my first priority because I couldn’t
imagine life without you.” “How
sweet,” she murmured coyly. “You really are
my Superman.” Trembling,
Jim couldn’t resist the temptation any longer. Trixie’s pink lips were
slightly pursed and just begging to be kissed. He inched towards her slowly
and was about to descend when she abruptly stood up from the table, almost
bumping into his head in the process. “Speaking of glowing green rocks, we still
have some emeralds to find,” she announced, oblivious to Jim’s intentions.
“I’m going to bed so I can lay awake all night and figure out how we can get
that necklace away from Jenkins. I should probably sneak back to my room
before Honey and Di come looking for me.” Jim
struggled to keep his voice even as he pushed the notion of kissing her
further back into the recesses of his mind. “Yeah, we should both hit the
hay,” he managed. “It’s awfully late, and we’ll need to start bright and
early if we’re going to hatch a plan.” Trixie
paused in the doorway before she left. “Good night, Jim.” “Night,
Shamus.” Jim
watched with longing as the pert form disappeared into the darkness. Raking a
hand through his hair, he released a ragged breath. He had wanted to kiss
Trixie so badly; in fact, he had never wanted anything more. She meant
everything to him, and he would do anything to save her. Anything. Although
his peers considered him strong, a petite whirlwind of activity possessed the
ability to leave him completely helpless. Alone, he slumped in the kitchen
chair, feeling spent from the crazy influx of emotions Trixie stirred up in
his soul. There was no doubt about it. She
was his kryptonite.
First
of all, once again I must thank CathyP for giving
us the treasure that is Jixemitri, and without Jixemitri, there would be no
Cameo, and I wouldn’t have the joy of writing fanfic.
Worse than that, I wouldn’t have the wonderful friends that I’ve made at Jix. I have been truly blessed and am a happier person
all because of a little message board based on a schoolgirl shamus and her
supple redhead. Thank
you to my wonderfully talented editors: Ryl, Steph H, and Kaye. You ladies rock in a major way! I
had already been inspired to write this story, but the song “Kryptonite” by 3
Doors Down made it all come together. If you’ve never heard that song and
would like to, here is the link to the video on YouTube.
I’ve never actually watched it, so I don’t know what the content is or if it’s
appropriate for all ages. I can only
endorse the song, which is pretty awesome.
The
Lynches and the Bob-Whites did indeed stay in a “comfortable colonial
cottage” in Williamsburg (page 86 of my Deluxe copy). I don’t know how
“comfortable” it was, but to me, comfortable means it had three bedrooms, at
least two bathrooms, and a kitchen. Kaye
is responsible for the “You wish, Belden!” line. She put that in her edits,
and I found that line so amusing that I blatantly stole it. As a
reminder, Jenkins really didn’t find the emerald necklace, but at this point,
everyone else had thought that he had. Dick
the Dip was the villain in The Gatehouse Mystery. Don’t let Jim’s
modesty fool you. He played a big part in Trixie’s rescue. The reference to
the barn was from the flood scene in The Happy Valley Mystery. And
yes, Jim did threaten to hit Trixie on the head with an oar. That part always
made me giggle, and truly, they would’ve been a lot safer if he would’ve done
it. In
case you’re curious, Jim slid off the clubhouse roof in The Mystery Off
Glen Road. That’s one of my favorite Jim moments. If
you’ve been living under a rock and don’t know who Superman is, he is a
famous comic book hero that is faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful
than a locomotive, and able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. He does
have a Fortress of Solitude, his archenemy is Lex Luthor (who is as bald as a cue
ball), and Lois Lane is the love of his life. Perry
Mason is a famous television lawyer. We all have our own opinion about what Trixie
looks like, but I’m fairly certain that all of our visions of her would make
her prettier than the late Raymond Burr. Trixie
helped Diana in The Mysterious Visitor, she convinced Regan not to
send away Dan in The Black Jacket Mystery, Jim threatened to work on a
cattle ship in The Secret of the Mansion, and Jim wore jeans two sizes
too small in The Mystery on Cobbett’s Island. Sorry,
Dan fans, but my Trixie will always choose Jim over Dan. Always. I’m just
wired that way. (And if you’re curious, my Dan would never want Trixie to
choose him.) Someone
said that Trixie probably wouldn’t know the word “insusceptible;” however,
since she’s grown up with Mart, I daresay she’s heard it a time or two.
Besides, I liked that part and wanted to include it. And,
in case you’re curious about those emeralds, Trixie does find them. As if
there was ever any doubt!
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