...so I can get away? That was the frantic question today from Blanche. She was convinced that "the man" was coming to get her cat. So she rationalized that if I would just give her the keys to my car, she could get away. Blanche insisted that she would take her cat, Cleo, to her mother's house in Shelton and then she would be safe. This is where I get confused. Am I supposed to tell her that her mother has been gone for years? Or do I go along with the charade just to try to get her to settle down?
I had decided that if I just ignore the banging on the door, I could continue working and Blanche would just come every few minutes, bang a little, then go home. But today, she practically tore the door down and combined her banging with screaming "help me, help me." It was horrible.
Today was such a bad day, I can't even write about it anymore.
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