Television

Sitting around a table at the Senior Center the other day, my mate told everyone that she’d heard rumors of a series of mysterious livestock mutilations up on Shooting Creek, and asked if anyone knew anything about them.
I know a lot about them, but kept silent and drank my coffee; no sense provoking an argument I can’t win over nothing.
I know for a fact that they didn’t occur in Clay County, but 39,000 miles east of here; on ‘Shetland’, season 8, a fictitious TV program on the BBC which we’ve been watching.
It’s the first of her false memories that I can actually trace to a source. So far they’ve been pretty innocuous, but as they proliferate, I’m concerned about what might happen if they involve me, mixed with a liberal dose of her paranoid psychosis and periodic bouts of rage.

Oh, that’s scary that she is mixing TV and real life now. I guess try to watch happy ending shows.