I don’t know what to think. Rebecka’s back.
[ If you don’t know what this entry is about see: A little excitement here, Posted on January 17, 2018 by Old Jules]
This morning the maintenance man came to work on my central heat. He knows everything that goes on around here, so I followed him to the basement to kibitz and find out the latest dirt for Eisenhower Ridge apartments.
Thought I’d prime the pump by telling him about the deputies picking up Rebecka. He didn’t let me finish. “She’s back!”
I thought he meant from some earlier beating, so I told him about the deputies. “Yeah, I know, but she’s back.” He rolled his eyes. “I just saw her over there before I came to your place. My daughter was going to do something over there but when I saw Rebecka I sent her home.” [Donny has a college age daughter who helps him on some of the maintenance jobs when she can].
Soooooo. That’s what I get for expecting things of people.
What can I say? I’ve got to quit having expectations.
Rebecka is back.
Unfortunately it seems to be all she knows.
She came back on Friday. Friday all the crackheads gather beginning around noon and they party-party-party until they run out of dope sometime Saturday night. By midday Sunday they’re feeling crappy and start fighting.
I’m betting Rebecka got over to the family violence shelter and began to have withdrawal from one or several addictions and decided it was better being beaten up.