We had a mentally unhinged woman in her 60s who had a tendency to walk around the neighborhood and sit on random porches, muttering to herself. Adults kept their distance from her, and kids were told to never go near her.
She broke into my grandma’s house while I was visiting. I was only six, sleeping in the living room, when she broke through the kitchen door, walked through the kitchen into the living room, and saw me. She just stood in front of me and smiled.
My mom and grandma took her outside and waited for her relatives to pick her up.
While on vacation, he told a neighbor near his vacation home that his wife had died of a brain tumor. I began to wonder where his wife really was. I think he just sent her back to her home country. But it was creepy to see him trying to pass off the new woman as his wife.
