In TWIST news: a woman came by our house last night claiming to be a neighbor, asking for money to get her daughter an inhaler from the pharmacy. Dave (Ol’ Soft Touch Dave we call him) gave her the money, and we later found out she definitely doesn’t live in our complex, as if that was in doubt. Whatever. We both hoped it had helped in some way.
Then today, against all odds, she came back! Not for more money, nor to pay us back – she just wanted to tell me she’d spent the night in the emergency room with her daughter. I don’t know who she is or what her real situation is, but if she is really just a concerned mom going about helping her kid in a really strange fashion, well, I’m glad we could get them through the night.
(And if she was casing our house, at least she now knows that we don’t have that much nice stuff.)