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Created on: October 26, 2009
Yes, she carried a pint of whiskey in her dirtied, white station wagon and made every effort to intrude in other's spaces so intimately the neighborhood hooted at her when she drove by. She was undeterred. She intended to do herself in. She would not release her hold on angry accusations and everyone often heard her mumble "She don't care about you. She don't want anything to do with you. She don't even give you money or's nothing." Everyone was tired of her begging and dirtiness and tried not to hurt her too much because she resembled a mental patient, but who knew? Seems she lied about everything and to everyone while continuing slowly around the block in her car. Deliberately remaining obscure. Drugs, they thought?
Often the police or sheriff would be called but she seemed to get off somehow and was overheard offering physical remunerations for their letting her go. She had connections...some say family protected her and law enforcement would bow to their requests. Some say she was paid but no one quite knew what the work was, really. She threatened lives in the neighborhood saying, " I'm supposed to kill her", and things of that nature. Still, she continued in her delusional activity. Some thought she was hired by the newspaper but no one would say. She wore a dark, short wig and said she was HIV positive.
Kindly neighbors just tried to avoid and ignore the "trolling" but often kids playing ball or adolescents would ask her to find another street or neighborhood. She spoke quietly and would disappear for a while but in an hour or so she returned and continued her bizarre behaviors and threats rounding the blocks as if she had circled them with a red pencil. Often she swore in God's name and denied any misdeeds. Although the friends who strolled in the evenings saw her and were kind, she slashed gaping wounds into a sleepy neighborhood. It would be good to say this happened at Halloween and was a trick or treat scenario but they were not related and she did not stop.
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