Who, me? Oh, no. Not me. I'm too heavily sedated to be actively cray-cray, although I did have a moment today when I wondered if I was hallucinating Italian names on Google.
I don't know how long this will take. Best to get yourself settled. I suggest something cooling and icy.
Rosy, as it turns out, is either a superb guardian of her privacy or she is a pathological liar.
It wasn't until she was tripping out the door that I thought to ask her Tony the Guido's last name. "Innocencio," she said over her shoulder.
I had also asked her when her step-son's court date was. Remember Homey Through the Ivy? That crazy step-son. She said it coming up for Thursday - yesterday - night. Night? Court at night? Maybe in NYC, but in Tinyville?
Now that I had - or thought I had - the last name, I googled Crazy Step-Son Innocencio. There was someone by that name who had been busted for possession a week before the full-blown wackness. And that was it. Apparently, every Italian male in Tinyville goes crazy because the police blotter was full of them.
Okay. This may seem crazy, but I've done this kind of crazy before.
I called Tinyville County's jail.
"Yes, I'm looking for an inmate," I said. "Crazy-Step Son Innocencio."
The nice lady clicked and said, "I'm sorry. We have no inmate here by that name."
Hm. Well, maybe he used Rosy's last name. Nope. The man was not and never had been in the Tinyville County pokey, at least not under the names she gave me.
Okay. Let's go back a little closer to the source. Maybe the Memorial Day Incident had not been published because there were many elements of domestic violence in this. Still. The Tinyville Police Department would know if there had been a bust those days.
This wasn't quite so easy. The lady in the Records department was very defensive. "But were you there?" she kept asking. I kept saying no. "Well, I don't understand why you're interested," she said.
In my nice voice, I just said that I was and I didn't mean to be rude, but weren't these things matters of public record?
She relented at that. I gave the Crazy Step-son's name. I gave Rosy's name as a complainant. Nope. Nothing. "We don't have either of them in the data base for anything," she said.
"This is Tinyville, isn't it?"
I was assured it was.
Extensive googling and binging brought me no close to Tony, either.
What I did find out was that Donna Innocencio held the mortgage to the Old House. And that the other mortgage holder was...Rosy.
Okay. Look. I don't care. I really don't care. Do whatever you want to do in the privacy of your own home, don't hurt the animals, but don't lie to me. Don't tell me there's a Tony when there's no such creature but there very much is a Donna. I don't care.
All the rest of it is up for dibs. I have no idea. Does she have any children with the Large Man from the Islands? Don't know. Does she have any children at all? Does Crazy Step-Son exist? Why tell me these wild, wild tales?
I talked to a guy at work and just skimmed the surface about how I had come to be befuddled. In this instance, anyway.
He said, "The first thing and the most important thing is this - did you give her any money?"
I was stunned. I thought and said, "No. I actually borrowed lunch money from her a couple of times." And if she had riffled through my purse, learned the meaning of "who steals my purse, steals trash." And I always keep my bank card with my ID at work.
"Be glad you never gave her any money," he said. "Other than that -" He shrugged.
I'm just about over the obsession I dealt with for most of the day. I do know she gave me the phone number for the house she owns. I'm not sure about the email and I was not given her cell number.
I think I was thrown over her shoulder the minute she learned about her new job.
It hurts to be lied to. It hurts not to be trusted. If she's really that crazy, I suppose I've made a very narrow escape.
Is she a pathological liar? Did she just have some fun with the gullible white woman? Are there elements of truth to what she told me? Was one word out of her mouth true? Or was even "Hello" a lie?
So. That's the cray-cray report. I hope I don't have to write another one.
3 comments:
I think there's a distinction between lying for evil and lying because you want someone to like you.
I don't think she lied to you, she lives in an alternate reality and she shared her vision of whatever. Or she is a marvelous storyteller and tried out her newest plot on you. Or she tried to impress you and hide her real story.
It had nothing to do with you. You were simply the person she talked to, kinda like talking to the wall.
We judge others by our own actions and values. Yours and hers are not even close.
Hilarious, word verification is inglis.
...and a distinction between lying to manipulate, and changing details to protect privacy - and if the latter is what she did, she probably wouldn't be too happy about your research. (I have to admit, I probably would have done some sniffing around, too.)
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