We may need to involve the
police in this Mme C situation.
It wouldn't be the first time.
She's called the police on the missionaries in our apartment before, on account
of the noise they were apparently so senselessly making. The police showed up,
pretty much said "Yeah the floor is old, nothing we can do," asked
the missionaries why they had no TV, and left.
But I'm not kidding about
involving the police again. Let me explain. Recently, she hasn't come up to
yell at us very often. She tore our label off our mailbox, and when we didn't
retaliate, it seemed to tame the beast known as "Mme C's rage" a
little bit. Even though my son and the other missionary who's new to the
apartment have actually made more noise than we ever did before, we haven't
seen very much of her. Good? I think not. She may just be attacking us in a
different way.
So our mailboxes in our
apartment building have a broken lock, meaning that anyone can access anyone's
mailbox. We've also gotten no mail for a couple of weeks now. Suspicions arose
in our minds, but we decided we were just being paranoid. THEN! This morning, I
saw a letter from my dear cousin Hunter, serving his mission in California. We
all decided to put it to the test: now that we knew the letter was there, we
could leave it in the mailbox and see if it mysteriously disappears. We went
out for P-day, came back, and...no letter. Somebody has been taking our mail.
Now I'm not great at legal stuff, but I'm pretty sure that's a federal offense.
Call me judgmental, but we're pretty sure there's only one lady in the world
who would do that.
Also, if you've recently sent
letters to me or anyone else serving in Antony, and they haven't been answered,
there's your reason.
More updates to follow. Elder Stanford, out.
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