Leggings@60+com part 11

As we walkeds away, the woman called out, "Shall I go on being friendly?
"Yes," agreed Sharon, "Always good to keep her guessing."

We moved away around the victim's house and on down the street. On the face of it they seemed good people, ran charities, worked locally, knew each other. Very eager to help out, the game was on.
Two doors down one of the other teams was talking excitedly, and Sharon and I shot over so that we could be included.

"This lady says she keeps on writing her books. Says one of them is for the schools." A man reported briskly.
"Good work," said Sharon carefully making a note, "Did she say what exactly she was going to do with it? I mean go to the schools or?"
"Oh! Yes!" said the neighbour holding onto her dog, "Goes on about putting out a postal survey. I've heard her time and time again."

"How?" I asked dimly aware I sounded like a fool.
"Is she new?" asked the neighbour suspiciously, "Haven't seen her here before!"
"Trainee," said Sharon sticking an arm around me as if to defend me, "We needed some new blood."
"There's new bodies up at them new houses," said her husband, "Military bodies. Shall I put them on the rota? "
"Good thinking," said Sharon, "Can you recruit in the pub?"
"Yes, they are putting on a fly on the wall display on saturday, up the church!" he laughed, "Them christians only ever go on a sunday!"
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Saturday wasn't so hot, the weather left much to be desired, I decided to sllip out of bed, and out of the city to meet Sharon. She had wangled her way into the Saturday fun. I wondered if she'd wangled more than that one night in the pub.
"It's all arranged." she informed me in the car, a mile from the church, "The boys are glad to help."
"Whatever have you told them?" I asked curiously.
"Just that she's written some dreadful stuff and it mustn't get out!"
"How are you so sure she's posting it today?"
"Oh the people next door are monitoring the situation."

I felt strangely left out, how could the people next door actually monitor this situation or know what was in this poor woman's mind. I tried not to think too loudly. it was a weird thought, that Sharon might actually hear me.

The Fly on the Wall event was sparsely attended which was a shame for all the effort the Fly's and their wives had gone too. We saw our victim hesitate outside the church gates, not sure whether to come over or not. Sharon went off to watch the situation from the main road gate. She was on point. I had a vision of her as a black retriever - nose to the scent.

One of the Fly's joined her at the gate, she pointed down street, "She's just left the post office."
"Come on Sid," he yelled at his mate, "Lets go save the world from her."
As he waited for his mate to come up he turned back to Sharon, "Will we have trouble with the Post Master?"
"No," said Sharon giggling helplessly, "I joined the prayer chain, and we pray for her soul nightly. He understands she needs help!"
The Fly's laughed, relieved, "Won't be long then."

They sauntered down to the Post Office and came back a few minutes later with some packages. "Books," he said, "Look at that!"
"Thank you," said Sharon taking a couple, "I have a friend who can have a look at this and sort it out for her."

She started to walk away, grabbing at me on the way, "Come on," she hissed, "Before they suss this out!"
I followed her relieved, I'd just been about to agree to have a go at climbing the wall.
Sharon seemed very pleased, "That'll stop the daft cow in her tracks," she said triumphantly, "She won't get any replies from her survey."
"Is that what you wanted?" I asked, "It's a little mean!"

"Not only that," she said coldly, "Some of our younger women can have a go, taking the books round schools, and having the fun she could have had. No one will ever know who wrote them."
"Except the kids!" I pointed out. "Kids arn't stupid!"

I knew that for a fact. From working years in education and in childrens homes. Whatever was said to them most children can catch a lie - and toss it in your face...
Was Sharon and her mates ready for that?