Leggings@60+com part 12

Sharon fell asleep on the way back to the city. Her head drooped slowly down, and her hands fell from her lap and hung loosely at her sides. I was worried I'd end up with her in my lap. What would the Police think? They'd stop me for sure.
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I was trying to work out what to do! The situation was nearly impossible. I had work to go to - and she seemed to want my time every day. I didn't feel good about the books. All that work for nothing, and no answers to the polite letter asking the schools for their help. Sharon seemed to think didn't matter. She thought it was all a big joke.
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It didn't sit right with me, I had been brought up in different times. I regretted attending the Ladies Triangle. Although every time I thought of the strange couple who dinged'em good - I had to laugh. I'd even thought of names for them both, they were Dilys and Don Dingem.
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I hadn't seen Pyllis for a week now, the wear and tear was beginning to show. She hadn't called me either. I passed the turn off in a daze and had to take the next one the other side of the city.
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Sharon woke when I parked outside a fast food restaurant. I needed food!
"Wonder what the marks were in her garden?" I said.
Sharon laughed, "Someone had a psychic round about that, she saw a family of four sat on the grass eating a picnic."
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"Really?" I replied, I'd read somewhere that they used to bury children outside old places, and because they were there it weakened the link between the past and the now. Fascinating stuff can be found in books!
"Not sure it's right though!" said Sharon flatly, "The game can have strange consequences, it might have been players sat out there, to scare them into fits."
"I wonder what the marks look like from up high!" I said thoughtfully. "There's an old volanic range in the village too."
"The valley would have been covered in marshy water once." Sharon said eating her bun in huge chewy mouthfuls. She didn't close her mouth when she ate. I watched carefully: I'd never seen anyone do it quite like that.
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"Perhaps it's a lava flow area," I said, trying to work it out, "It must have been very different then. Hundreds and thousands of years back."
She spat something out onto the floor. "Icky bits!"
"Past workers," I mumbled, "High staff turnover!"
"I doubt it would have been lava flow, No one even knows where the volcano is!" She was triumphant at putting me in my place. Bottom of the class in finding the volcano. I nearly laughed. The volcano was easy to spot: it was now a hill, very unusual for this part of the country. Someone had built on it too. He or She hadn't found the volcano either!
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"I need to go to the Loo!" she said candidly,"You too?"
I had to grin, now I couldn't go alone.
"Yeah, why not?" I said, and got up to follow her. You know what? She doesn't wash her hands!
Ugh! disgusting! Is it human?
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"I found something!" I told her carefully, "An old stone." I held it up. It had caught my attention.
"Looks like part of the church wall!" she said dismissively.
"I'm going to clean it up," I said holding it to me. "Put a candle in it." I knew that would do it. It didn't matter that I thought it might be a dinosaur egg lava flowed as it stretched to hatch. Put a candle in it, and Sharon thought it was interesting. I waited for the reaction.
"Oh! Lovely," she said on cue, "I love rocks, crystals and things! Have you tried that shop in the old hall. They polish them up in there."
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I was red faced trying not to giggle. I now had her down.
"What's next?" I asked her carefully, although I wasn't sure I wanted to know.
"Brian and Lisa are managing the locals," she summerised carefully, "They've got some sorted to follow her everywhere she goes. With stink bombs for the seats behind her in the buses."
"Will that work? Won't someone complain?" I asked surprised at how childish this went.
"She'll be too upset when we've called her stinky a few more times."
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"Anything else?" I asked. I felt angry. Which side should I be on?
"Not yet," she said, "Perhaps we'll introduce new neighbours at one side. That'll really get things going!"
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