I texted her yesterday to leave a certain porch door unlocked. She answered, then texted me further.
The door was locked.
I pounded for damned near forty minutes. "Buh---buh---buh----?" She asked
It's kind of scary when a bad liar keeps trying, even after they know you know.
. "I texted you," I said.
"I didn't get it."
"Stop. Just stop."
Still trying to get a handle on the filthy mess she made of my house. She broke my dishwasher. How do you even DO that?"