Still Alive.

A few years ago I was standing behind a smart looking elderly lady in a queue at the Post Office. I gave her a cheery greeting. This was a mistake, as it opened the door for a conversation. She told me a long and rambling story about how her son and daughter-in-law were out to kill her. Poison was the method they had chosen.

This week I saw her again in town. I overheard her telling someone that her family were trying to poison her. I suspect that she is deluded. Either that, or the poison is extremely weak.