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She just won't quit

Last night, while flying around the house packing for the camping trip, three of the lad’s friends stopped by to report the latest in the ongoing stalker girl situation. She had been circulating a new story that she and a friend came over at 3:00 am on Sunday night to whisk the lad off for a few hours of recreation. Upon his return to the house, he embraced her and gave her a very long kiss. Their relationship is about to burst onto the front page by her accounts. Of course, all of this is a fiction. I can certainly attest to his presence in his very own bed at 3:00 on Sunday night and no one knocked on the door.

Now, interesting, one of these friends was this girl’s older sister. She is a friend, but not a terribly close friend. Nevertheless, she came over to offer her perspective, which I heard, and it was, “My mother is out to lunch and my sister needs meds.” She loves her sister, of course, but didn’t think her latest story held much water. She wanted to hear it from the ‘other’ horses mouth.

Sister said that stalker girl is being sent out of town for a couple of weeks and, providently, those two weeks will come a day or two after the lad comes home from New Orleans. Everyone can relax for a spell.

So...guess who just came to my door? Stalker girl. She apparently didn’t know he was gone for a few days. She was fishing around for information concerning the veracity of reports she’s been given of his leaving town for two weeks. And she held out an envelope for me to give to the lad. She said it was stuck in the door. But it was in her handwriting which I’ve come to know quite well.

I wasn’t exactly rude, but certainly not inviting. Nor did I give her any information other than he isn’t home for a few days. Faced with the opportunity to set her straight in no uncertain terms, I didn’t take it. The consensus of opinion was, last night, that this girl is not stable and she is unpredictable. Perhaps best to be merely civil, hold her at a distance, and not provoke a melt down.

Maybe her conscience was bothering her today. Who knows. She is a troublesome girl. In any case, a melt down was averted today, despite every fiber of my being literally vibrating with fury.

Posted on 06/13/06 at 04:13 PM
 




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