Crazy Lady

Another loopy dorm-mate.

This lady, of unknown origin, is an alcoholic of indeterminate age. I believe she may be middle-aged but it's hard to tell. Way too much sun, booze and cigarettes have shrivelled her face to resemble a talking raisin.As far as we can tell she's been here in Paihia a while, doesn't eat much but drinks a lot, and spends a lot of her time leeching on to people and complaining about how much everything costs.

Yesterday my book went missing. I'd left it lying around the lounge while I cooked Kathy dinner after her sunset horse-ride. Later, it was gone. The brave Canadian who slept in the bunk above Crazy Lady (she shouts in her sleep and talks to herself loudly when drunk) had seen her with my book.
Next day I joined Crazy Lady on the balcony for sunrise, spotted my book in her bag and asked her if she'd seen it. It had a photo of me as a bookmark so couldn't be confused as a reject. No, she'd not seen it.Later, the book showed up on the table. Amazingly, Crazy Lady confessed to having dound it, could I believe it, in her bag of all places! She must have picked up my book (orange and white cover) and confused it for hers (black cover), she said. Sad thing is, she may actually be telling the truth; she could have been that pissed.

Nevertheless, Kathy had to guard our food as we were getting our stuff together to leave - Crazy Lady was eyeing that up too...