I got the strangest fucking phone call from area code 513. I'm pretty sure it was Beth. She asked my name and if it was me speaking, stammered a bit, and then burted into this sales pitch for some kind of damn Resort Vacation Givaway or some shit. She could'nt have been doing this from home, because I heard classic phone room chatter in the background.
At least she has a job now and gets out of the house and is in a controlled environment where her other 4 or 5 personalities can come out and play and even get paid for it. I mean shit, her supervisor is getting 5 callers for the price of one. What a deal!!
The worst that could happen is that some poor old psychotic person living on a pension gets a rip-off "Dream Vacation" and comes to town looking for Beth Blood, but even it they do, they are probably no match for her dementia and expert denial tactics, and she's so skinny and anemic from being a salad head, that even if some nut-job actually shot her, nothing would come out but air,....... and maybe a little Wheat Germ Oil.