“It’s about the Woman’s Club? You were the last President.”
“Some hijinks with some money.”
I came in the house. I have company so I told her about this and the fiber guys, by default. I am not really a secret-keeper, at least not of this kind. I couldn’t call the detective back right away because the phone was being installed. There’s a very poor connection to have this kind of conversation.
Now imagine my shock when the man we bought this house from called me. Let that register, okay? I bought a house; I moved in yesterday. The is the seller of the house, called me up and said “Detective from Aurora called looking for you. Um…I didn’t tell him nothin’.”
“I hope he told you I didn’t do anything…”
I eventually called the detective back. He put me at ease right away. He said he already knew I hadn’t done anything but he wanted my input on the situation…
Long story short, the troublemaking member of this club went to the police saying we hijacked the money of this club. In reality, we shut down the club due to aging membership and lack of interest….all money was donated to the Aurora Public Library. The Woman’s Club FOUNDED, back in the day. The detective had already verified this with one phone call. I mean, he could see the account was closed…and delivered to the library, the same day! Jeez Louise.
The gal who did this hates my guts. I don’t know why. It’s the same gal who BEGGED me to be President in the first place.
I gave everything I had to that club. There’s no end to the weirdness of people.
This from my 8th house. And wait’ll you hear the next insane tale of this type.