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  • VRoid - 👙 Models, 3d animations, Iowa characters, midwestern clothing
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    A missing neko and a missing painting
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    TABLE OF CONTENTS
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    Chapter One
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    Chapter Two
    📻 Chapter Three
    Chapter Four


    About the Author
































    Chapter One
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    Trixxie woke up in a cold sweat. She reached down to check her pocket, her habit. You see, Trixxie carried a large diamond in her pocket usually or sometimes in a bandana or a mojo hand like a lanyard. As she sleepily felt around for her pocket she realized she was not wearing pajamas and the bed was a little bit wet. Her eyes scrunched up as she resisted the bright sunlight and she reached over to the futon-side table to grab some tissue when she bumped into something. "Now, what could that be?" Trixxie wondered. She blinked a few times, working hard to open her eyes. Before her lay a sleeping man. Trixxie remember the night earlier at the cafe and the customer she met. This must be he, she thought. She couldn't remember anything after she met him and they went out for drinks and a bit at a vegetarian 24-hour restaurant. But she was completely naked and the guy was also completely undressed. Trixxie looked around and saw her clothes strewn around the carpet and some clothes and items, a wallet, she did not recognize neatly stacked on a cabinet in her studio apartment. There was a jar of lube on her futon-side table.

    As Trixxie arrived at the cafe where she worked she looked around and saw the place was packed and heard the noise from all the talking and clinking of dishes and glasses. This was the first time the cafe had ever been full. She went to the back and the cook immediately scolded her, "Trixxie! You're late. And you left the back door open last night. Now Whiskers is missing." Trixxie blushed and apologized to Yoshi as she donned her apron and brushed her brown hair out of her eyes. She couldn't believe it, the back door! Trixxie had left the back door open and now she might be fired, she thought to herself. Yoshi needed some help in the kitchen so Trixxie spent time slicing onions and cactus and taking vegetable slices from the marinade area, draining them and then breading them in preparation for oven pan frying shake and bake style. She looked around for the peanut oil but could only find the vegetable oil which was a soybean oil. So, she used the soybean oil instead of peanut oil for a change.

    Trixxie was a trained chef from Shanghai, she learned in the best schools there but when she left China it was difficult for her to find the right kind of job that she was looking for. She wanted to be a sous-chef in Tokyo at a major hotel restaurant, but she only found work at a alley stall cooking vegetables and rice until a few months ago when she saw a NOW HIRING sign in the window of a shabby cafe in the bad part of Maffberry. The cafe was located at the end of a long narrow alley filled with dumpsters and homeless encampments. To access the back door, you have to climb a barbed wire fence with razor wire on the top but there is a big hole, so people can just come through the fence if they fancy, however we have the cafe, the fence and then a dirt path which leads nowhere but to the back of a baseball card store. The cafe only has a few workers but they often take breaks in the back next to the barbed wire fence and brick wall. Last night, Trixxie had gone out back behind the cafe with a guy, a generous customer, to get to know him better. Perhaps it was then that she left the door unlatched.

    Yoshi was the chef, the manager, owner and sometimes waiter too. Usually the cafe had about 1-3 people working there, Yoshi, his wife and one or two other people like Trixxie. Yoshi's wife was waiting tables but she came into the kitchen and confronted Trixxie. She said, "Trixxie, you left the back door open and now we're missing the painting we had next to Table 4. See, look! It's gone! But luckily, it was worthless. I found it next to the dumpster a few weeks ago. And Whiskers is gone too, but he's been gone before so hopefully he will return. Don't do it again! Always lock the back door, keep out riff raff and keep Whiskers in, vous know? Even though Maffberry is safe, still, kids could come exploring the neighborhood and enter the cafe at night, get hurt. So, we need to lock it. Ok?"

    The painting that was missing was a Chinese-style painting and Trixxie noticed it before. It had a nice frame and was in good condition. It showed a cat seated on a pillow with some strange symbols and glyphs on it. And there was a drawing of a map on it, the cat was seemingly looking at a map. In the background was a treasure chest and kinkos, ie, gold coins. Whiskers frequently went missing because Yoshi and his wife Sandra tried to keep him in the cafe but whenever the door opened, he would dart towards it as if he saw a mouse and often escape before the door was promptly shut. After work, Trixxie decided she would go look for Whiskers in the adjoining alley that runs past the brick wall behind the back door on the other side of the baseball card shop or pokemon card shop, whatever it was. Young Trix had never been in that alley before and wasn't sure how to access it other than climbing the brick wall but the wall was very tall, about 8 or 10 feet, maybe more. Around 3 metres at least. So, Trixxie wanted to find another way to access that alley. Whiskers was often found up on top of that brick wall in the past like 2 weeks prior when he was missing for a night and then showed up on top of the wall skinny, shivering and all dirty.

    Trixxie asked Yoshi about the huge rush of customers. "Is there a convention in town?" Yoshi shook his head, no, as he cooked up some chow mein noodles and worked on a sauce. "No, nein. It's not a convention that I know of, my dear. There's a new AI company that moved in around the corner on Main Street called Iowa AI or Iowa Cryto or something. So, these guys and gals are here from Iowa AI. Thank god, because we weren't doing well. It's not easy for a vegetarian restaurant, so much competition," said Yoshi with a grin on his face as he took a sip of home-made meishu or kajitsushu, Trixxie couldn't tell what it was exactly. It might have been Yoshi's home-made salvia elixir he makes with his custom red country Japanese Wein, Yoshi calls it meishu. Trixxie sniffed the air, but she could not tell if it was meishu, coffee, kajitsushu or chicken poop because the smell of garlic and onions was overwhelming despite the open windows and fans.

    The customers gave good tips and Yoshi's wife shared the tips with back of Haus as she always does. So, Trixxie got a little extra besides her minimum wage that night. After her three hour shift and scrubbing the bathroom, Yoshi gave Trixxie her $20 - that was her wage, plus an extra $5 for her share of the tips which amounted in total to around $400 but the rest went to Yoshi and his wife. Trixxie was happy to have the $25. Her monthly rent was $400, that was to share a living room with 3 other girls in a 2 br apartment with a total of 12 girls - but the landlord was told there were only 4 roommates, so the girls had to be very quiet. Still, the manager was suspicious, always watching them and questioning the girls. Trixxie worked at the cafe and she also owned a small food stall that she set up serving breakfast (pancakes, Beyond Meat breakfast sausages, rice, a variety of items including fried potatos) a few days per week, especially on the weekends. Trixxie was barely able to make ends meet but luckily her grandfather gave her a few thousand dollars for Festivus each year and that allowed her to keep her head above water.

    Trixxie left the cafe and walked past all the homeless encampments and dumpsters toward Main Street at the mouth of the alley. When she finally reached the corner, she took a deep breath of fresh air. The dumpsters were pretty stinky so she often held her breath as she passed them but out on the boulevard the air was usually better but tonight she coughed as she smelled automotive paint from the auto shop across the street. The fumes from solvents were very strong and Trixxie held her nose and lifted a handkerchief to her mouth as she quickly stumbled to the right up Main Street hoping to find the entrance to that alley which runs behind the restaurant. As she went along she saw the storefront home of Iowa AI. It was very nice, decorated for Halloween. The holiday was just a couple of nights away and Iowa AI had decorated their big window areas with pumpkins and Halloween decor. It was very tasteful and attractive. Trixxie wanted to go in and fill out a job application, maybe they needed a chef? But, it looked like it was closed for the evening and Trixxie had a cat to find!

    There was a cold wind blowing that night across Iowa and Maffberry. Trixxie shivered and buttoned up her coat. She saw an alley tucked behind a lorry on the right side and peeked down it but couldn't see anything, it was too dark. The only thing she noticed was the strong smell of hobo campfires. Trixxie turned to go down the alley when a deep voice called out behind her, "How much?" Trixxie ignored it and headed down the alley but the voice again said, "You gonna sell that merchandise? How much??" in an annoyed tone. Trixxie turned and waved, said, "Hi" and kept going. The man did not follow her. The alley turned a few times, first left and then right. And then the alley turned again, right this time and got very narrow. Trixxie realized that she could be in the right alley and perhaps right behind the cafe but she wouldn't know. It was dark and all these buildings look alike, brick, similar colours. So, she turned back to go home and perhaps come back next night with a flashlight or during daytime hours. She had a cellphone with her but the battery was 12% and the phone would not turn on flashlight with battery power under 15% so it was useless. As Trixxie stumbled out of the alley and headed home she made a plan on bringing some Milch to the alley next day, bright and early. The Milch would be good to draw Whiskers and also in general for other alley cats in the area.

    As Trixxie walked along the dark alley something shiny caught her eye. It was square shaped and next to a lorry besides a trash barrel which was leaking some kind of red liquid, looked like ketchup and had a terrible smell. Trixxie stopped for a second wondering if she should take a look or keep going. She turned to the shiny object and examined it. It appeared to be a picture frame for a painting. She looked closely at it and realized it was the same size and resembled the missing frame from the cafe! Trixxie suddenly felt like she was in danger. Why only a frame? Where was the painting, wondered Trixxie. She decided to jot down the license plate of the lorry parked there and drew a quick map in her notebook that she keeps in her purse. She drew a map of the area so she could return easily. From her purse she found a pen and small notebook and jotted everything down and then grabbed the frame and headed home. As she was turning onto her narrow lane near the dumpy apartment building she lived in, a lorry drove along at a great rate of speed with its headlights off, narrowly missing Trixxie and splashing her with a bit of Iowa mud. Trixxie was quite miffed as she turned into her apartment building from the sidewalk and headed to her apartment to clean up and collect her thoughts.



















    Character Outline
    👧 Trixxie
    She's an android-human hybrid with a VLLM loaded into her MPU
    Trained as a gourmand chef in Shanghai
    Now living in Maffberry, Iowa
    Unable to find work as sous-chef at major Tokyo hotel
    Operates a fried vegetable stall in an alleyway several times a week
    Works part-time at Yoshi's Cafe




















    Chapter Two
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    The next day Trixxie woke up early and went back to the alley but before she went that way she stopped at the park to fiddle with her radio and listen to Discovery Mountain and Adventures in Odyssey. She tuned in Adventist Radio and waited for the shows to come on. The weather was cool and crisp, sky was overcast. As she listened to the shows one at a time, her tail feather was a bit sore so she decided to walk about. Trixxie wandered around near the park, collecting a few bundles of willow branches and then returning to a park bench to tie the bundles with twine. This was material for her arts and crafts, like basket weaving. She continued to listen to the radio as she returned home to drop off the two sacks in the laundry room, planning to pick them up later. When she reached behind the washing machine to put the sacks there her hand bumped something cold like a gold bar. She bent way over and craned her neck to see what was back there and she saw it. It was a big shiny gun. Trixxie quickly picked up the gun along with her palm fronds and scurried to her e-cushman parked under a crabapple tree on a side street around the corner from her apartment building. She quickly checked to see if it was loaded, it was. It had a full magazine except it was light two bullets and there was one in the chamber.

    Trixxie's heart beat quickly and her breathing was heavy as she hid the gun and placed the palms all in her e-cushman. Just then she noticed a man quietly standing behind her half a block, seeming to be hiding partially behind a bush. She stopped and stared at him and then he ducked all the way behind the bush. Trixxie was scared. She realized that the man must be after the gun and she didn't know what to do. So, she got in the e-Cushman, started it up and drove it around the block. When she passed the strip club she spotted the gent, he was wearing a cricket uniform jersey and he was talking to another fellow. Trixxie pulled up her cart in front of the two, staring at them intently but the two fellows did not even look at her. Trixxie got out of the cart and walked up to the two men, cleared her throat. The two men finally turned and looked at her, one of them said, "We don't have cigarettes" and then the two men walked away. Trixxie didn't know what to think at first but then she noticed that the men were holding hands. One had TREVOR #17 on the back of his cricket jersey. The other man had a name like JAMAAL on the back of his sports uniform, no number. The two men stopped and embraced, kissed eachother and then disappeared behind the dumpster.

    Trixxie scratched her head as her mind raced wondering what was happening. She used to draw mens' attention wherever she went with her short skirts and low-cut blouses. But these two fellows wanted nothing to do with her. And yet, they seemed friendly, holding hands, hugging and kissing eachother. Trixxie sat down and activated her HUD. Trixxie was part-human, part-alien or android and so she was equipped with special skills and resources like an on-board computer with internet which allowed her to look up subjects and do research. She scanned the database and took a selfie. She asked her Iowa AI system (she downloaded the latest version the night before from the internet and installed it on her VLLM device, it took 3-4 hours but she cooked and took a nap while it was loading and setting up) to evaluate her selfie to see if she still had good looks and logged onto a chat website where you can get tips from guys. After that, Young Trix went back to the apartment and changed into a bikini and then went on to the token tip website and flirted with guys for several hours. She built up an audience of 300 viewers and received quite a few tokens, that made her feel more attractive. "You still got it girl," Trixxie comforted herself.



    Trixxie wondered how she was going to pay the rent. She was already behind two months and she cursed herself for spending her whole paycheck on makeup again. That was 3 paychecks in a row she wasted on makeup and so she had to go on dates to get food and eat food from the cafe and her food stall that customers were throwing away, like leftover crumbs for example. She called Yoshi to see if she could work extra hours at the cafe now that the place was packed with Iowa AI employees. Yoshi was relieved that Trixxie offered and he immediately agreed to double her hours starting that night and Yoshi had actually been wanting to ask Trixxie to work more hours but he hadn't had a chance yet. The cafe had been packed and Yoshi's nephew came to put in a few hours and help wash dishes. When Trixxie called Yoshi, she also mentioned the missing painting and told him about the frame she found. The phone went silent. Yoshi was acting weird now that Trixxie was talking to him about the missing painting. Trixxie asked Yoshi a few questions about the painting like what did Yoshi remember about the back of the frame and which dumpster was the painting found near. Yoshi stammered and gave a few quick evasive answers because exiting the phone call. Trixxie pondered the meaning of it all. Did Yoshi know something more about the painting? Was there some kind of secret involving the painting? The painting did show a map, like a treasure map. Maybe someone stole it, thinking it was a real map.

    "You want to sell that e-Cushman?" Trixxie heard a voice come from somewhere. But she had just floored it and there was a Kawasaki behind her so by the time she pulled over and looked back, she didn't see anyone and she was wondering who said it and if they were talking to her or perhaps another e-Cushman driver. She got out and walked back to the intersection. She thought maybe she could see her e-Cushman if she got a good offer for it and then buy another junker and paint it, fix it up, like she did her 1979 Truckster. But at the intersection she didn't see anyone except DeeDee, a bum who lives in a nearby alley. Trixxie struck up a conversation with DeeDee and told her about the missing painting. DeeDee said she did not know anything about it but that night she noticed a lorry driving in and out of the back alley really late with its lights out. The description of the lorry that DeeDee saw matched the lorry that Trixxie saw in the alley. The white lorry which was parked next to the dumpster where she found the empty picture frame which resembled the frame containing the missing painting.

    Trixxie headed to her apartment but a roommate greeted her at the stairs and told her that the apartment had been cleared out by the landlord. Apparently, the rent had not been paid and now the girls were all out on the street. Trixxie's stuff was out in the parking lot along with all the other girls' stuff. Trixxie was glad she had converted her 1979 Cushman to an electric fuel-cell model with a GaN solar panel because that helped her save on fuel costs and now she decided she would live in her e-Cushman. Trixxie drove her cart into the parking lot, attached her custom home-made trailer and loaded it with her few belongings including her skirts, blouses, posters of guys, her books, her buddha materials and Sikh music. Then she tied a tarp over the top of her trailer, hugged her roommates goodbye (they were busy loading up and throwing things away, waiting for rides). Trixxie decided that she would park down by the Sikh temple along with the other vegetarians. She could have parked at the mosque or the church or the creek but there were meat eater campers there. She prefered to be at a buddhist or hindu location. Trixxie considered parking in the lot at the pub or maybe at Iowa AI but she decided Sikh temple would be best because that way she could be there for the weekend bazaars in her small tent.

    Trixxie had been using her trailer to haul her food vendor tent, a small square shelter she cooked vegetables under most mornings in the alley. So, she decided to live inside her little tent and just pack up each day until she could find a new place to live. Trixxie was new to Iowa and she didn't have family or fellow androids to stay with. She tried to talk to some of the roommates about their plans, but everyone was evasive and wouldn't make eye contact with her as if they did not want to bunk up with her. It could be because she ate a lot of garlic and peppers, she thought. Well, she was lucky to find that last place, because she didn't have an official pay stub, just cash and not much. Plus, it looks like she wasn't going to get her deposit back. So, Trixxie was having a bad day. She lost her deposit, lost her home and now she was living in a tent behind a Sikh temple in the cold weather. But even with these circumstances, Trixxie could not stop thinking about Whiskers and his predicament in the cold without food or drink. There was nowhere at Yoshi's Cafe to park. The whole alley was lined with homeless encampments and dumpsters, entrances to strip clubs, so there was no space for a tent, Cushman and trailer. The back of the cafe was just a small dirt lot with no access to any road except through a small hole in the fence, not big enough to drive a Cushman through and the other side of the fence is private property, a baseball card shop.

    However, as Trixxie tried to pull into the parking lot behind the Sikh temple she noticed the large number of campers and realized there was no room for her and her Cushman, tent and trailer. So, she drove around the parking lot to be sure and checked the area, stopped to talk with a few people to ask if anyone was moving out but eventually left the parking lot because it was indeed too full for her even thought she didn't need that much space. So, Trixxie drove to Wahlmart and decided to stay there but not shop there too much, instead she decided to continue to shop at the small mom and pop stores as much as she could. Trixxie parked at Wahlmart next the bright yellow tall golden arches. She could smell the french fries and apple pies and grew hungry. Trixxie glanced at the dashboard of her e-Cushman, the charge said 24V. Originally, the Cushman was equipped with a 12 V battery but she replaced it with two 12 V batteries, Li+ ion. They were slim batteries and charged up by the on-board solar panel and fuel cell. And every time the Cushman braked, the two batteries would receive a charge (electrons would be added to the battery electrolyte by means of motor reversal, ie, electrical generation). The electrons travel in the opposite direction of the charge and the current. So, the battery terminal shows + and the current comes from there. But actually, the electrons, the force here, come from the - terminal, the ground, the chassis often, and travel to the battery.

    Trixxie painted her e-Cushman a bright colour and she received many compliments on her work. But she used just ordinary paint and no clear coat sealer or wax so she tried to park beneath carports and awnings when possible or in garages because the weather wore down the paint. She bought the Cushman when she newly arrived in Iowa on the Amtrak train. Someone was selling it for cheap because it didn't work and was dented, needed a lot of repairs. And Trixxie bought it on payments of $10 a week so it didn't cost her a lot. She got the paint for free at the recycle place where people drop off paint and people can have it for free along with other haz mats like fertilizers, lacquers, chemicals, stains. Trixxie was hungry by now so she went to sleep but was awakened a short time later by the sound of a meowing neko. She opened her eyes, and there was a neko in her tent. She had left open a tiny bit for air and a neko snuck in! But it wasn't Whiskers, this neko was a different colour. It was a nice orange colour with stripes. Whiskers is a noir neko.

    The next morning, Trixxie woke up bright and early, awoken by all the hub-bub at Golden Arches. It was a drive through restaurant, so lots of kids were driving through on their e-bikes picking up hash browns and pancakes for their teachers, tooting their horns to friends and playing their favorite country music. In Iowa, people mostly listen to country music but they also like rock and a variety of other musique as well. Violin is popular along with piano and organ. Clarinet is also popular and flute. Saxaphone, trumpet, brass and drums are less popular in Iowa except for marching bands. The xylophone is very trendy in Iowa, and all the cool kids love to play xylophone at Vegetarian Club meetings after school when available. The key is to keep the kids busy and out of the streets after school, let them have a safe place to do homework. Trixxie's old apartment building was next to a school and she saw the after-school programmes and it warmed her heart to know the students were able to receive extra vegan snacks and play musical instruments instead of running the streets, reeking havoc all across town getting in fights or even worse, playing sports. At that particular school, it was know to be a technology magnet school and so sports we de-emphasized. Only frisbee and low-impact sports were offered at Maffberry Tech. Rather than sports, the school offered many options like Debate Team, Math Team, Science Team, Chemistry Tournament, Travelling Robot Exhibition Teams and Software Dev Crypto Geeks.

    When Trixxie stopped by Yoshi's Cafe to show the frame to Yoshi's wife she passed close to a table full of script geeks, they were probably Iowa AI employees. One of the gents was in a good mood and he recognized Trixxie as a Yoshi's employee and stuffed a tip in her hand before she could tell him no, she's not allowed to take tips. She thanked him as he left the restaurant with his peers and then looked around for Sandra. Sandra was out that day and it was just Yoshi and two new employees from South Dakota. So, Trixxie decided to leave and continue her search for Whiskers because her shift wasn't set to begin for two more hours. Trixxie left the cafe and walked up the alley through the clouds of flies. She reached in her pocket to see how much the customer tipped her. She saw the tip, it wasn't money! It was a crypto voucher. It's some kind of QR code that she needs to scan and then it will deposit crypto in her virtual wallet. But Trixxie didn't have a virtual wallet so she decided to stop in at the CoinBase office on Main Street. In Maffberry, CoinBase has opened up a small corner office on the ground floor of Maffberry Bank building a couple of weeks ago, around the time that Iowa AI moved to town. Trixxie had passed the CoinBase office many times and knew that the company dealt with crypto and virtual wallets so she decided that CoinBase would be the place to go.

    But when Trixxie arrived at CoinBase she saw no humans other than another customer using an ATM machine. There was a row of 4 machines, that was all, no employees. So, Trixxie went to one of the empty machines and used the AI features to explain her situation. Five minutes later, she had a virtual wallet and some crypto! The customer had been very generous, tipping $20 in crypto currency. CoinBase offered free service to new customers so she was able to open up a virtual wallet and deposit the crypto cert with the QR code without paying the normal $15 fee. Trixxie was happy as she left the CoinBase office and headed up Main Street. She always wanted to own crypto, she just knew it was a great way to make money. A terrific investment. And now her dreams had finally come true!











    Chapter Three

    Character Outline
    🙋 Yoshi
    Yoshi is from Japan
    Learned how to cook from his grandmother
    Now living in Maffberry, Iowa and makes elixirs
    Owns a struggling cafe located in narrow alley
    Married to lovely wife
    Wife works at cafe, they make Wein









































    Chapter Three
    Trixxie headed to work wearing her uniform, a mini-skirt a little button-down top. She left her Cushman parked and told her new friend Harold to keep an eye on it. At work, it was very busy again, looked like the new usual Iowa Ai customers. Yoshi was friendly and asked her to make roasted corn, the house specialty. So, Trixxie headed to the cooler and grabbed a big crate of corn in the cellar. Then, she shucked all the kernels carefully but quickly with a big buck knife. She collected all the corn in a huge barrel that she put between her legs as she shucked and the corn flew about the prep area. Once she had all the corn shucked, she loaded it into a big bucket and soaked it in mize with a bit of paprika to marinate it all. After that, Trixxie took the other bucket of corn that had been marinating all night and drained it.

    Trixxie placed the drained corn in big metal trays with oil and spices like fresh ground pepper and then placed all the trays in the brick oven. She checked the oven thermometer, it read 250 deg F, that's perfect. So, she grabbed the other trays which had been placed in the oven to roast an hour or so before and took a lot. The corn was toasty, a bit golden brown, some mushy. This was the right way to serve it, she thought. So, Trixxie stacked up all the trays to let up cool on a cooling rack and wait for customers to order the corn but Yoshi rushed over and said he needed 20 trays of corn so Trixxie gave him the 10 trays she had and rushed to shuck more corn and grab frozen corn out of the freezed and start up two large salamanders. She checked the oil inventory and say three five-gallon containers of peanut oil and some containers of corn oil along with a 20 gallon tank of special local gourmet corn oil.

    Trixxie's feet hurt, her back hurt, she was tired. All day, shucking corn, sleeping in a Cushman or in a tent with hard ground below....she was used to a nice soft futon and purple matress. She was not used to roughing it. Born to a human family, Trixxie found out later she is a droid or alien hybrid when she found a chip inside and wires. Then, in high school, her HUD started working and she could see through walls into the boy's bathroom. That is how she found her first boyfriend, Juan. He was in the bathroom with his boyfriend at the time and Trixxie admired the way Juan was nice enough to assist his friend by washing his j-strap and cleaning his hot dog. This made Trixxie think Juan was a very caring student and so she struck up a friendship which led to her first date and first kiss. But, Juan was in the real-view mirror now, a blip on Trixxie's radar. Trixxie never gave him another thought and he lived with a new boyfriend now in Key West.

    After work Trixxie coudn't sleep. She tossed and turned in her e-Cushman as the 18-wheelers rolled by occasionally tooting their air-horns at other 18-wheeler drivers or phantoms in the void. Trixxie asked her neighbor Alaska to watch her rig and tent and she shot off into the dark toward the hidden alley she explored a day or two prior. Her heart raced as she walked quickly straight to the mouth of the alley and then directly down the alley, sidestepping puddles and potholes. She looked neither left nor right nor down nor up. No, Trixxie was determined this time to find Mr. Whiskers and bring him back to the cafe. Mr. Whiskers had not returned and everyone was starting to worry, none more than Trixxie it would seem. Each night she walked the floor just like the night before. Whiskers was always on her mind.

    Trixxie came prepared this time, with a pocket smart phone and her new gun just in case some guy got fresh and tried to grab her, she could wave it at him she figured. Trixxie wound down the alley choking on campfire smoke and trash smells. There were a couple of friendly nekos and two small dogs that she met along the way. As she passed one side walkway that turned off of the main alley she heard a baby cry. Trixxie stopped and listened. There it was again. A baby crying. Trixxie sprung into action, looking this way and that to be sure a baby wasn't in trouble but she soon realized it was a kitten, not a droid baby. So, Trixxie kept going down the alley and she looked up when she thought she saw a meteor or bat fly by only to see a huge yellow rising half-moon staring right at her.

    Trixxie was wearing her 40 ct quartzite nodule and a bunch of tiger eye and falcon's eye at the time. She bent partly down to pull her mini-skirt down when the moon suddenly struck her. The moon was up in 2 degrees sidereal monkey conjunct jupiter and a couple of other stars like maybe regulus. And it so happens that Trixxie's natal moon was 2 deg monkey plus the sun was transit her 2ndary progressed ascending angle at the time below the horizon and rising. So, she was struck and couldn't hardly stand up. Between all the work at the cafe and sleeping in the e-Cushman, now Trixxie's back went out! Her nodule glowed warm against her left thigh where she had placed it after she wore it earlier in a mojo hand at her solar plexus until she noticed it seemed to give her a headache.

    Trixxie screamed quietly in alien pain and tried to stand up or sit down but couldn't move. Her back was frozen. Trixxie pulled up her HUD and it said her alien chassis had a herniated simulated disk and pinched wire, ie, pinched nerve module. Trixxie cussed like a sailor and slammed her metallic fist down on a trash can, denting the thick steel plate and causing a couple of nezumis to scatter from the area reluctantly, looking back with regret at the loaded dumpster. At the time, Trixxie did not know that the nodule she wore was haunted. It was like the Hope Diamond, a large haunted stone. So, she somehow made it back to her e-Cushman after barely being able to stand or walk. By then, she was a bit numb and was able to lie down and try to recover but it got worse later the next morning and she was paralyzed. Trixxie couldn't move at all, not even to go to the bathroom. So, she dipped into some home remedies Yoshi's wife gave her in lieu of salary a few weeks back before Iowa AI and Coinbase opened up ops in Maffberry.

    First, Trixxie poured a shot of salvia elixir made with noir ichijiku Wein or sake. That helped her and she was able to pour a shot of a TCM elixir a bit like salvia but different. And then she was able to move around for a little while and go to the bathroom before her back chassis unit locked up again. So, this went on for almost a week but it got better little by little. She downloaded a software update from her mothership parked behind Mars and it was able to tweak the setting and shift the spine module positioning slightly enough to release the system and end the lockup. By then, Trixxie had gone into her settings menu on the HUD and moved the pain setting down to 1 and then later to 0. Trixxie looked up the pain settings (they call it chassis feedback but at the used robot yards they call in the pain simulation module) in the manual and it said chassis feedback setting should be set to 1 or higher because if it is set to 0, the chassis can be damaged by electrical surge and the droid won't be able to adjust before serious damage in worst case scenario. Trixxie turned out a couple of aux sensors to auto-display on her HUD like temperature gauge and error message scanner. She felt that a temp display and error pop-up default setting should cover her if there is a power surge but since it was the evening, it seemed unlikely. Trixxie always thought that power surges were probably due to the sun because Trixxie is solar-powered. Her food intake and hunger is just part of the algorithm. The food goes in (only vegan) and there is a grinder, digester, fermenting tank, disposal loop.

    "Beep-beep-beep," Trixxie's transponder erupted with beeps just then as the clock stuck some hour or the other. Trixxie jumped a bit and clutched her padded bra on the left side, breathing heavily. "Why are you so jumpy, today, mein dachi?" Trixxie asked herself and giggled. She picked up her crystal transponder and it displayed a message in her HUD: Avoid elixir. It's not approved by Mecca and it's ineffective compared to pain relief stone. End message. Trixxie, scratched her head wondering what the message could mean. This could be instructions from her handler to not consume elixir and instead use magic rocks for things like healing and pain relief. This surprised her because she had already tested a lot of rocks like diamond and found the results to be less than desired. And there was the recent time when she was wearing a large crystal and her back went out during the full moon with it at MC conjuct Jove. But still, Trixxie was interested in learning more because her recent work at a cat shelter in Maffberry made her aware of the suffering felines and she was strongly motivated to find a relief material like aspirin to assist the friendly cats in a most immediate fashion.

    Trixxie was confused. She knew sage elixir was good and yet she received the message saying she should discontinue use of the elixir and if pain relief is required, to use other remedy. Trixxie was hungry, so she went to the dumpster next to McRonald's to see what she could find. Exhausted from a busy time running around, she sighed deeply and leaned over, resting her hand on the dumpster. "Ouch!" Trixxie cried and drew back her hand, blood trickling down from her cut finger. Apparently, the dumpster had a sharp edge and Trixxe found it. She checked her pockets for some Kleenex but didn't find anything she could use to stop the bleeding. Raising her hand up high toward the sky, she scooted around the dumpster looking for used toilet paper or something absorbant like a discarded t-shirt. Finally, after poking around for quite some time, Trixxie located an old phone book and a textbook written in kanji. She grabbed the textbook, tore out some pages and wrapped her bleeding finger with the pages. She decided to go to the river and wash up, get some rest at her new camp but then she remembered the crews were still there spraying herbicide all over the river banks so she did not want to be in the area and was planning to relocate once more.

    Trixxie thought back to her time in Zhong Guo. The Middle County. How simple life seemed back then. Her family lived in a three story house with servants and some luxuries like private tutors. Trixxie dined on the finest vegetarian cuisine. Her grandparents raised Trixxie and they were strict vegetarians, gourmands. Each day the family ate freshly baked bread made by their cook along with other staples like beans and cheese, rice, sweet potatos, granola, pizza, apple pie, many entrees and side items along with deserts. Trixxie helped in the kitchen sometimes and the cooks taught her some special techniques especially one cook who worked at the estate for a few years named Quan.

    Trixxie's mind drifted as she lost blood. She thought back to her schooling in Nanking. Hematite could help stop the bleeding. But, where can she find hematite? Maybe Erick from the bookstore would know, he has been a great resource in terms of occult secrets. Trixxie turned around and walked south toward the bookstore where Erick worked. There are two bookstores in Erick and then all the other booksellers like Wahlmart. But, of the two main bookstores, only The Owl was an antique and rare used bookstore. In fact, The Owl was the only antique and rare used bookstore that Trixxie knew of in Lamais County. Not that Trixxie was an expert on Lamais County, but she asked around since arriving in Iowa and this partiticular county and everyone always told her that The Owl was the one and only used book provider which always struck her as strange since there were more than 7000 people in the county. However, apparently The Owl has succeeded in suppressing competition by running newcomers out of business in the past by offering steep sales and poaching employees along with other questionable business practices employed by The Owl's owner, Madame von Riesenwald.

    Trixxie's back was aching from the moon strike but she was able to walk to work to see if they needed her to work overtime. When she arrived at Yoshi's Cafe it was very busy and there were two new employees. Trixxie frowned and went to the kitchen but Yoshi's wife stopped her and let her know Trixxie had been releaved of her duties. There was some money and food missing and Yoshi just couldn't tolerate thieves, Trixxie was accused of stealing and leaving the back door open on purpose. Yoshi's wife also informed Trixxie that the cat had been found but in terrible shape and was now at the vet. Trixxie balled up her fist and thought about rampaging through the restaurant as she looked around sizing up the diners and new employees for possible sparring partners but then she took some deep inhalations and collected her pay slamming the door loudly on the way out and kicking a garbage can outside. Now, how will Trixxie support herself and pay for her e-Cushman and other necessities like sanitary napkins? Trixxie cursed herself for not buying the cheap used e-Cushman instead buying the certified pre-owned e-Cushman with the full three year warrantee. Trixxie was already behind on payments and now she lost her job. "Well, at least I still have my fried vegatable stall business...but I think let's expand the menu a bit to add some of my other favorites like soup and breadsticks," thought Trix.

    She headed to the bookstore to ask Erick for a loan and see what his plans were for the evening, maybe he would like to treat her for supper. When she arrived at The Owl, Erick was there helping customers and flirting with a couple of females. Trixxie looked through the mandarin section to see what they had newly acquired as she waited for a chance to speak with Erick. She leaned heavily against a bookshelf and it started to tilt over. Sensing the danger, Trixxie straightened up, taking her weight off of the bookshelf, twisting her back slightly at the same time and grimaced as a shot of pain rocked her body. Erick must have noticed her there, twisting in pain, groaning with her face all twisted up in pain because suddenly he was by her side, a few ladies following him, books in hand. After consulting with Erick for a brief minute or so, Erick pulled some jade out of his pocket and gave it to Trixxie with instructions for her to place them in her pockets or in her bra. Trixxie asked Erick what is the purpose of carrying jade and he told her about jade's reputed powers to heal and also cause tranquility. Erick explained that he used to deal with headaches almost daily for many years and he even had to carry aspirin everywhere, just in case. But, Erick had tested some crystals and jade and eventually did some research and heard from experts and concluded that jade is a good stone to carry for vegetarians who need a health boost. Erick showed Trixxie his big jade ring on the left pinky and told her that it contacts his skin, the jade does. So, Trixxie was not very interested and kept staring at Erick's muscles and licking her lips, brushing her hair from her eyes and cooing. By then, a crowd of females had gathered around Erick, behind him, and were listening to every word and making comments, asking questions. "Erick! Erick!" they cried.

    Trixxie looked down and noticed that her skirt was hiked up and her butt was out in the breeze so she quickly blushed and pulled down her skirt with both hands thinking about Erick and wondering if he saw her body. She looked up and he was gone, back to work behind the counter with huge line of customers. "Hmmm, he's a fast worker. I hope he's not that fast on our wedding night," Trixxie giggled to herself and covered her mouth as she always does when she laughs unless she is very drunk or excited. The pain in her back quickly resolved and she felt a lot better with the jade stones in her pocket and one small one in her palm. Trixxie decided to wait until Erick got off work and then ask him about the Help Wanted sign she saw in the window. She looked around for applications but didn't see any. After a few hours of reading a few books, the store lights dimmed and the customers filed out. Trixxie waited next to Erick's bicycle out on the sidewalk and finally, 45 minutes after closing time, Erick emerged from the store, two female customers in toe and a fellow male worker. Half hour more of chatting and laughing, telling jokes in the parking lot left Trixxie feeling impatient but finally she got a chance to speak with Erick and he told her the job had been filled. And he also said he had a girlfriend. Trixxie was very downcast to hear the news and pulled the jade from her bra, offering it back to Erick but he insisted she keep it. Trixxie started to cry and Erick gave her a hug. They made love all night behind the dumpster in the pouring rain on the wet concrete.



    Chapter Four

    The next day, Trixxie woke up next to her e-Cushman in the small tent. She heard the roosters and blue jays chirping and thought of her dream. She laughed. It's time to go to work, back to Yoshi's Cafe. However, she looked down and saw she was wearing Erick's t-shirt and realized it all really happened, it was not a dream. She quickly got dressed and felt something in her pocket, it was jade. She felt great and thought, "Let's go work our vegetable stall today, make some money!" When Trixxie tore down camp and prepared to head out to the alley where she sold food she noticed her trailer was missing. The trailer was part of the food stall work, without it she couldn't operate her business! She walked around slowly, wondering what happened to it. That's when she saw the terrible scribble! All along her e-Cushman on the driver side in female-style writing, someone had keyed the word SLUT in large letters. "It must have been Erick's girlfriend, I bet!" thought Trixxie but she didn't know that Erick had a girlfriend and also a jealous ex-girlfriend plus other girls who liked him and stalked him, and so there was no telling who the guilty party was without a thorough investigation, and even then, she may never know who stole her trailer, damaged her cart and keyed the paint. She looked at the e-Cushman and saw the damaged ignition and steering column and flat front tire with broken knife laying under the cart. "Ah! This must have come from the crook, see there is some blood on it," thought Trixxie but she remembered that it could be a fake clue like how some robbers get bag of trash from somewhere and then when they do a crime, they dump the bag of trash to leave all the red herring evidence. Therefore, Trixxie did not wish to rush to conclusions. Besides, she was ready to get out of Maffberry anyway. It was all rednecks and AI geeks and losers as far as she was concerned. She wanted to go to Tokyo or Taos, Sedona, somewhere more fitting. One thing that had been holding her back was the trailer. It wasn't really highway worthy so she had been mulling leaving Iowa, going to Nebraska, maybe Scotts Bluff or Omaha, but she knew the trailer was not ready for that. Now that the trailer was gone, she was free to travel!

    Trixxie wrote a goodbye letter to Erick and snuck it under the door of the bookstore and then headed out of Maffberry on only road that lead west of town. You see, Maffberry is surrounded by two creeks and there is only one bridge so most people come in from the south but to save time there is a gravel road that cuts northeast to southwest. This is the road that Trixxie found herself on. It was called Lovers' Lane by the people she knew from the alley, she was not sure what it's official name was. NOM WA NANI DESU KA? WHAT'S YOUR NAME MR. ROAD? ONAMAE WA, NANI DESU KA? NI AI e-Cushman PU AI? Trixxie was usually chatting with birds and rabbits but today she was chatting with the road because she felt good to leave Maffberry behind and the road was taking her out of Iowa, so she felt that the road was her ally, her best friend. Her dachi. Along the way, Trixxie sang songs and stopped to stretch her legs. It was a long trip because a cart doesn't travel fast or on highways. Luckily, she had a solar model so she didn't need to waste money on gas or try to find charging stations. A couple times she stopped to urinate and once she found some interesting pebbles that were very shiny and unusual looking so she pocketed them. Trixxie patted her pockets to be sure the jade was still there. It was. Trixxie's back pain had disappeared and also she bumped her head badly in the night and felt very little pain. Also, an insect stung her eye and it swelled up mightily but Trixxie felt no pain so she felt confident that the magic jade that Erick gave her was working! But he said it only works for vegetarians, no meat eaters or fish eaters can use the jade or else it could be a curse, he was not sure. Trixxie had asked him where he obtained the jade and it sounded like he started to say Almond or Allemagne but he stopped himself and said it was a secret source.

    Trixxie decided not to stay in Nebraska, it was too much corn for her liking and smelled too much like Iowa, but she enjoyed the cannabis selection and met a few friends there at a crystal shop in Omaha. At the shop she picked up a free newspaper and read it greedily while in the w/c. The newspaper had many interesting articles including one that claimed that the world religions are fake and phony. Christianity, Judaism, Islam, Buddhism, they're all tree worship becase Jesus and Mary and God are all trees. Jesus and Mary are peach trees and God is apricot tree. But, those trees were predated by stone age, gem worship. So, in Mecca we find a lot of magic stones. However, the book said, these magic trees are of limited value but jade actually works wonders and other stones might too, testing is underway in Greenland, that is why there is a push for control of the space because deep under Greenland is a secret alien base use for UFO flights and the UFO's are powered by crystals which look similar to nephrite and jadeite according to one probe victim who narrowly escaped with his life, probe still dangling when he was found motionless in the middle of Main Street in Roswell. Trixxie laughed at first when she read it but when she noticed the context of the newspaper and read a couple of older editions at the local library, she changed her mind. Trixxie had been raised Christian and always wondered why she needed to eat Jesus' body and drink his blood. And why the bible said that God is love. But now she understood. It's because Jesus is really a peach and his juice is the blood, or Wein. And God is love in the sense that an apricot leaf resembles heart shape. Also, love means charity and that means generosity, like when a plum tree drops 100 plums for you to eat. That's love, that's charity, like Hindu temples feeding people vegetarian food. So, when the bible says, GOD SAID this and that, it's not true. Because peaches and peach trees don't talk. And God is holy because an apricot pit is hollow and you open it to get something. However, it's not as good as you think. Peaches and apricots seem ok but nothing compared to jade or even fig and sage vermouth for that matter. These thoughts raced through her mind quickly. She tested her theories, removing the jade from her bra and getting drunk on fig and sage vermouth. Trixxie always got terrible hangovers and she felt one coming on. So, she tested the pebbles she collected to see if by handling them she would diminish the hangover symptoms but nothing helped until she got to the jade! Sure enough, the magic jade from Erick and even a small piece of possible jade she found near the river not far from Omaha gave her great relief. The hangover disappeared quickly and this made Trixxie think that indeed, jade was the best medicine. She recalled back in Zhong Guo she knew a few elderly people who took Xin Ren for various maladies but they never completely recovered. So, perhaps it's not all it's cracked up to be compared to a jadeus maximus, which was Trixxie's pet name for her jadey wadey.

    Trixxie read in some books at the library that some people also eat jade powder but she never needed to resort to that, rather she simply employed vegetarian lifestyle, not even vegan - she was not that advanced, and kept jade nearby so that if she ever had a twinge of a headache or pain at all, she could quickly pocket small jade stones and strap on bracelet or ring. In Nebraska she met an e-Trucker who seemed cool and he was hot for her bod so they made fast friends and Ralph toted her rig around in his trailer as they floated around Nebraska making deliveries and stopping to try vegetarian food and various restaurants in small towns along with visiting vegetarian theme festivals like the Sourdough Bread Festival in Scotts Bluff. Even though Ralph paid for all the food and even bought Trixxie gifts, they kept it on the up-and-up, just friends. Trixxie explained to Ralph that she had been hurt in the past and was not looking for a relationship but that she thought he was cool as a friend. Trixxie noticed a crystal hanging from the rear view mirror of Ralph's lorry as it cast a rainbow across the interior of the cab. Ralph told Trixxie he found the crystal keychain near Hot Springs in Arkansas on vacation a few years ago while he was coaching travel ball.

    One night, Ralph saw Trixxie cleaning her gun and he offered to buy it for $1000. It turns out that the gun was a rare antique from the civil war or a clever clone. Either way, Ralph was happy to have it because he planned to give it to his customer for a Festivus gift. His customer was a gun collector and retired restaurant owner who sometimes shot rats at various silos around Western Nebraska for a fee.

    Trixxie noticed Ralph's chihuahua was acting weird, sleeping all the time and not very hungry, not wanting to go for a walk. So, she checked the astronomy and noticed in the ephemeris that Mars was conjunct the Sun and there was a stellium in rat's butt. Rat is sidereal Sag, down near Cap. Butt is the last decan of a given sign. Trixxie flipped on the radio and Coast To Coast with George Noory came on the air. He was interviewing a so-called witch in his corny way and it dawned on Trixxie that this was a faux witch being interviewed due to the fact that witches do not announce that they are witches and the fact that this Phoenix so-called witch from Northern California wrote a book and claims black magic is bad and all the other cliche run of the mill things you hear from the new age faux witches who read the same books. In reality, a real effective witch probably would not go on that terrible radio show because it is very anti-Palestine and filled with crazy people like the host and also if they are a great healer through their song and dance rituals and two covents, why not go down to the hospital and cure all the sick vegetarians? Also, a real witch, if on a radio show, would likely mention that she is a vegetarian and have a bright outlook on noir magique because, after all, the world is full of animal murderers, crazy people who eat meat and in the old days they ate human meat. So, of course noir magique could be needed to battle against a world full of human monsters. But the guest named Phoenix was a typical universe love witch, a faux. Trixxie flipped the off button, she could not stand to listen to any more of this nonsense. Outside, car horns blared and plane engines droned overhead and Trixxie longed to turn the radio back on but she couldn't think of anything good to listen to. Ralph was like Trixxie, he liked talk radio, not musique. But he was picky on which shows he would listen to being a staunch independent in terms of politics and leaning toward lassez faire policies. Also, Ralph and Trixxie did not much care for sports so it was difficult for them to listen to sports talk shows on the radio.

    But then one day, Trixxie and Ralph got into an argument and poof, he was gone. No more Ralph and Trixxie was all alone in the middle of Nebraska, or so she thought. She shivered all night on the side of the road in that ditch and was not sure if she would make it or die in that very spot. The next morning, Trixxie stumbled down the highway into town and into a well-appointed ma n pa crystal shop. As she stepped in, her communication device started pulsing in her pocket. She stopped for a moment wondering if it was going to blow up. She could not afford to lose her only line of communication with the home planet. Turning around, Trixxie closed the door of the shop and headed to the alley to take a pee and think things over. As she bent down and squatted behind a barrel, a voice addressed her: "Tanisha? Tanisha Brown?" Tanisha Brown is Trixxie's government name. She is actually Chinese but when she came to America and bought the greencard and the passport from a Mexican gang they gave her Tanisha Brown for a name. Trixxie cooly finished her business then rose up to full height and glared at the intruder.

    The gentleman she glared at was tall, Japanese, resembled Shohei Othane but he was much more handsome than Shohei, of course. As Trixxie noticed the bulge in his pants, the glare slowly disappeared from her face and she licked her lips, adjusted her bra and scratched her upper inner right thigh, which had suddenly become very itchy, aggressively with her right hand.

    "You dropped this," the man said and left her purse on top of a greasy rubbish can lid as he turned on his heels and left, having watched Trixxie in the state of undress and Trixxie felt that she detected a smirk but was not 100% sure. "Hrumphh," declared Trixxie as she stomped over to the purse and checked it for missing items. She found her itch.io password and said, "Thank you, Krishna!" Her itch account was very important to Trixxie because she met a couple of guys on there recently who send her messages and so she's slowly falling in love with about two or three gents now that Ralph is gone and, in fact, that is why Ralph left Trixxie. Because, Ralph found out about Trixxie's other boyfriends and Ralph happened to be dating one of her other boyfriend's wives and so it was the usual mess. Once, a chick asked Ralph, "Are you married?" His reply, "Am ich not homme? Am ich not stupid? Oui, ich habe der Frau und die Kinder, die whole catastrophe." Furthermore, at Ralph's first wedding, some of his friends wore all black and called it a funeral out of jest. Needless to say, Trixxie was shook up. First, she lost her purse? And now, she was spied on and that guy saw her naked? OMG! She shook with anger that things could go so wrong for her. As she turned out of the alley and walked past the crystal shop, the Japanese dude was there staring at her and offered her a free sample crystal.

    Trixxie wasn't sure. The crystals were so long and hard. They felt warm in her hand, she could only imagine what the stiff cylinders could do to her. But, never one to pass up a free sample, she accepted and it was then that a car pulled up which looked familiar and a woman with big legs stepped out, it was Shirley from Maffberry. The two recognized each other and spent the evening drinking and swapping stories, dancing with cowboys. When the bar finally closed and the ladies were escorted out to the parking lot, Trixxie agreed to go with Shirley and help her at the crystal shop in Maffberry name Gem World. Shirley was the assistant manager of the booming shop and a couple of the workers had resigned because they were students at ISU and had graduated and were moving back to New York state and Florida or wherever they came from. In Iowa, a lot of people come for college from a distant land like Milwaukee and then go away, never to return. Trixxie was glad for the opportunity to work, she was tired of all the free time, she wanted to contribute to the crystal economy and so she told Shirley some things only a crystal expert would know and that is one reason why she asked Trixxie to come aboard on a part-time temp basis with no benefits. Pay was 2500 Yen per hour. So, Trixxie placed her meager belongings which consisted of dirty underwear and socks in a cellophane bag, in Shirley's fuel cell Honda and the two raced off into the night, New Orleans jazz music softly serenading the moon and sky.

    Trixxie really loved the layout and inventory of the crystal emporium. The shop was two stories high and the basement was used for storage and restrooms. It was a new shop, two or three years old, and the only big crystal shop in the county so it was always busy and there were tons of high school students hanging around after school asking to see crystals from the cabinets. The crystal shop, Gem World, was also a popular venue for private parties and wedding receptions. Trixxie felt lucky to work there and wear the uniform which was a company-branded t-shirt and white trouser slacks.

    ...to be continued....please support Chet Dowry on Patreon....danke schon...















































    About the Author


    Chet Dowry is the pen name of Hajih Al-Faruk, the famous Punjabi from Pakistan who has already taken Allemagne by storm with his musical street performances and dance routines on the sidewalks and alleys of Dusseldorf. Now, Chet has expanded his art to include the written form, novels. Chet's first piece, a biography, was warmly welcomed by readers and thus, Chet is proud to present his second work, MYSTERY ON THE MENU. Chet grew up in the Punjab to Sikh family with many sisters and brothers. When he got married, he took his favourite younger sister with him to the new home with his bride to help cook and clean.

    Chet grew up eating meat and Fisch, lots of dairy, cheese. However, Chet is now a dedicated vegetarian and very much in winemaking and gourmet vegetarian cooking. Chet lives in Beverly Hills with his beautiful wife and four adoring children. He frequently visits the Punjab where he puts on lavish vegan feasts for the townfolk and delights their hearts with his whirling dance routines and animated songs. You can hear Chet sing on Punjabi Radio USA in the Bel Air area of Southern California along with Silicon Valley and Silicon Vineyard (Stockton/Lodi). Chet enjoys playing frisbee and protesting against air pollution warehouses like Harbor Sign and Sex Club at 850 North Union St, 95205 where the company pollutes the air and dumps illegaly.

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