(Continued from Feb. 17, 2010)
The serious expression on her face told me that Thea was giving a lot of thought to Alice’s exodus from Bob’s apartment. Apparently, she and the other two members of our foursome had not fully considered the possible consequences of being recognized by a meddlesome resident of the apartment building.
“Because of our discussion, I have become more aware of the necessity for perfect discretion. In condominiums, rumors spread very fast and misinterpretations occur easily, which may lead to Bob becoming the laughing stock of the building. If that happens, he may lose his cool, which may affect your safety.”
“How would Bob connect me to you three ladies?”
“A number of the residents have repeatedly seen me in conversation with you in the parkade. How often were you spotted when talking to Elsie or Alice?”
“There are always a lot of people in the parkade; so, we have been seen together numerous times. However, do you think that having frequent discussions would lead to the conclusion that I have conspired with you?”
“The lady who is fond of gossiping and starting rumors would be inclined to draw such conclusions and pass them on to Bob as facts. She would do so to create a reason for knocking on his door.”
I had to admit that Thea’s reasoning was sound. The chance that such a scenario would occur was small, but it was well within the realm of possibilities. Anyway, I would happily go along with whatever she proposed. Her serious concern for me felt really good.
“So, I have come up with an idea. Neither Elsie nor I will help Alice with the move. Aunt Dorothy’s gardener and his wife will help her. He will bring the van and they will be able to take everything in one load. Aunt has been waiting for a chance to help. “If there is anything you need don’t hesitate to ask,” she is fond of saying. As soon as we get to your shopping center, I’ll phone her. And, I will go shopping with you. Your daughter wants to buy you a modest present.”
Seconds after Thea had made her decision, I received a phone call from Alphonse. He told me, in so many words, that he had successfully spotted Bob who was lifting weights at a certain distance from him. “Thea didn’t exaggerate. The guy is as ugly as his photograph suggests,” Alphonse joked.
I passed on the good news to my driver and she obviously was relieved to hear that everything was going according to plan, up to that point.
(To be continued)