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The woman (I didn't ask her name, nor did she volunteer it, though she knew a bit about me) had no memory of what happened that evening and was looking for information. The papers for the impoundment of her car gave our address, so she checked with Google and learned that I had recently renewed my Amateur Radio license (I've been tempted to get a cheap transceiver and become just active enough to know what's happening; besides, the renewal was free). She said she had driven by our house five times before finally stopping. She asked me what had happened.
Having been napping, I didn't have my pants on. Also, Rocky is curious and I didn't want to have to go chasing after him (he still got past me but came back in when I told him to). Anyway, I opened the door just enough to see her and for her to see that I wasn't ready to receive visitors.
She appeared to be slightly older than Cathy. She appeared to be in good condition, certainly not overweight. Her neck-length hair, sort of a beach blond, had been brushed but was a bit on the wild side. She appeared a bit hostile initially. When I cooperated, she became more friendly.
I gave her a thumbnail description of the events of that evening, not as detailed in my posting. She relaxed visibly and appeared satisfied. She did tell me the police had arrested her for public drunkenness. She had a taxi waiting, so she didn't want to stay long. She indicated she wanted to shake hands, said thanks, and left.
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