Pam is gone...she has moved out of the Drama house. The other tenants had a going away dinner/party for her. Little did she know it was more of a celebration than anything.
No more constant phone calls to let me know about how much money her conservator was allowing her that week. The updates of her meth addict son or the mother of his baby's in and out of jail news updates. From now on I will have to go to bed at night wondering how many men hit on her as she sat on the front stoop of the building drinking beer out of a coffee mug.
No longer will she be there to hit on my husband when he stops by the building for any repairs. Who will she call with the little stories of the harrassment she got from the locals about not wearing a bra? I doubt my son will miss her standing on the sidewalk watching him as he mows the large lot.
I am wondering how long before her new landlord will tire of her requests for help in reading her legal papers, filling out an insurance application, or that the temp in her apartment needs to be changed to accommodate her hot flashes.
No, I will not miss her. Hopefully she has me off her friends list and no longer on speed dial.
Only time will tell.
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