I’ve been in Portville for 48 hours now, and I’ve spoken with every member of the ladies auxiliary club – and several of the town’s anti-club citizens as well.
The only thing that I can say at this point, with complete certainty, is… “These people are nuts!”
I wouldn’t blame Yvonne one iota if she staged her own disappearance. I’d do the same thing if I were her.
All I got was an earful of gossip, backstabbing, finger pointing, and vicious attempts to slander one another.
I came to the conclusion that every one of them must be guilty of something, but nothing that seemed to relate to Yvonne.
There were two things, however, that made my trip to Portville useful. The first was Woofer, the sweetest stray dog that I ever laid eyes on.
He won my heart, and I’m his official owner as of today – shots, and all.
Secondly, I gained some valuable information while speaking to Ingrid.
Nothing she was aware of, mind you, but she happened to mention Sophia, the club’s secretary, and that led me in an unexpected direction. And to my first big break.
To the rest of the club, and perhaps most of the town, Sophia is more commonly known as “Selfie Sophia,” or “Sophia… Queen of the Selfies.”
She’s been known to take some 100 pictures a day. All of herself, of course.
It occurred to me that with all of that snapping going on, there could very well be some evidence in those photos… whether Sophia was aware of it or not.
She allowed me to download the lot of them, and – lo and behold – on the day that Yvonne went missing… there it was. A person of interest. An actual lead.
At first, my eyes were drawn to Yvonne… as I noticed her feet, running down Main Street just beyond the Plaza.
Several of the others were able to verify that it was her – or at least her shoes and running shorts.
Behind Yvonne, however, walking just a little too close… and quite conspicuously, was my new person of interest.
The animal print blanket she had draped herself in was simply divine, but that’s beside the point.
A price tag was still attached, revealing that she had just picked it up – at Bergdorf’s no doubt – and possibly through the old “five-finger discount” method.
It appeared that she was trying to hide in the cozy little bedside throw, to make herself invisible, but with the 98 degree weather that day, her plan was quite foolish.
Whether this pink haired woman played a role in Yvonne’s disappearance, or was a witness to the crime, I needed to find her… and I needed to find her fast.
TO BE CONTINUED
Hey all! I’m at a loss for words this afternoon as the heat here has been beating me up. It’s been in the 100’s for several days and – unlike the pink haired lady – blankets are a big NO-NO.
Anyway, I think I’ll chat soon, and leave the next segment on hold for a while why I cool off.
I just want to say thank you so much for looking or reading… I hope you enjoyed!!
Peace & Love-
Janet
a sprinkle of faith 
Leave a Comment