Comedy Girl
“ARE YOU TALKING TO ME?
I was helping Sergeant load the dishwasher after dinner the next night when the phone rang.
“It’s a young man,” Sergeant said loudly, handing me the receiver.
“Sshhh! He’ll hear you!” I yelled, embarrassed.
“He didn’t hear me.”
“Believe me, everyone hears you!” I shouted, running up the stairs. “I’ll get it in my room.”
I plopped on my fluffy bed.
“Thirsty for some more coffee?” I said flirtatiously.
“Coffee?” another guy’s voice said. My stomach dropped in embarrassment.
It was Ben. “Where the hell did you go last night?”
“I told you I couldn’t perform—”
“It doesn’t matter…. I just called to tell you that you friggin’ won!”
The words echoed in my head. “Won what?”
“The Amateur Comedy Contest. You won!”
“The contest or a door prize?”
“Do I have the wrong Trixie Shapiro?”
“I won?”
“Yes. You won.”
“I can’t believe it! This is so unreal. Are you sure?”
“It was between you and the pilot.
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