Praying To Be Wrong

I STARTED GOING TO THE senior center when I turned sixty, and not long thereafter they hired a 35 year old slender sexy cook.She was separated from her husband, and had two teenaged daughters. From the start, she tended to miss work every fourth day, which puzzled us. Soon, by chance, they moved into a house across the street from me, and lived there a year. I didn't see her very much, except at the senior center, but liked each other, and got along. A year later, on the very last day of the month, she walked over and asked if she and her daughter could move in with me. I had to say yes. I invited myself to ride to school with her the next day, she said yes, she would pick me up. I thought we all needed to get to know each other better, fast Next day she drove right on past my house, twenty minutes later her care returned,, driven by some rough guy with no teeth. I didn't hear from her for three more days, and I assumed she had changed her mind about moving in. Finally, the days after she had visited me, she called, and told me that she was getting ready to move in, and invited me to come across the street. I did, amazed, and spent several hours making trip back and forth with armloads of her and her daughter's possessions. I was tired. Suddenly, the guy with no teeth unhooked the stove and put in , by itself, in the back of his pickup. I helped. This puzzled me. My new roommate said to me: we're going to take this and put it in storage. Its a ways away. We'll be gat this point, all her stuff, including her bed, was in my house, and her old house was finished, empty.one awhile. I'll call you later." Now I was confused. This was about seven P.M. About ah hour later, my phone woke me and she said: "we won't be back until late. I probably won't be spending the night at our place. We might keep working on the house. Even more confused, I went right back to sleep, then woke up about midnight, refreshed and wide awake. I intended to find the hell out what was going on. I walked across the street, back into her former home. Dark, quiet. A light was seeping out beneath the closed bathroom door. The door was locked, and I herd whispers, and female sucking and moaning sounds. I knocked, demanded an explanation, and he, toothless, yelled at me, so I turned around and began to walk out. He came out of the bathroom in his underwear, and yelled at me some more. I smile and walked out. My new roommate, meth amphetamine manufacturer and addict, big time. Of I told her that she could still move in, but I didn't think it was a good idea, wasn't best for her. She decided not to. We never mentioned the deep, dark secret. hell, she would have denied it. Drug addiction controls a person's entire life, all of it. It not only turns you into a criminal, it turns your life into chaos, and forces you to tell insane lies that make sense only to the addict's warped mind. She once said to me: "my boss does not understand that I have no family, I have to deal with family problems all by myself!" As if family problems take place every fourth day, on schedule. She also said that the stove belonged to her. obviously, it did not. It belonged to the owners of the house she rented. I'll never see her again. If she had actually moved in with me, sooner or later, something terrible would've happened. To her, something terrible will happen, probably sooner, not later. Wherever she is, I pray I'm wrong, but I'm not...THIS IS A TRUE STORY. OTHER ARTICLES ABOUT THIS LADY AND MY SITUATION APPEAR IN THE PAST MONTH. SCROLL DOWN THROUGH THE PREVIOUS MONTH...THANKS!