Troubles.

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I found my wallet open, and my wad of small bills beside, on my clothing.  I don't do that.  Though perhaps?  Then, today, I found my wallet in the wrong pocket.  Nope.  I am going to have to lock my bedroom from both sides.  A padlock on the outside.  Latches or other inside.

As well. I am certain she has been letting someone play my console.  Probably neighbor kids.  Though, to, it could be anyone with whom she is currying favor.  More, I purchased secure padlocks.  Spent a small fortune on them.  I am just about convinced she clept them, allowing the keys to be copied. 

If any of this, one bit of it, proves out?  She'll be finding a place to live in zero time.  I won't work with her an inch.  And, yes, I am devising methods by which to find out.  Even having people in my home, without letting me know, be aware, and approve, will see her on the streets.

I have a temporary arrangement.  Which will either wake me, or allow me to know with certitude, if someone has been up here.  I had hoped she could keep her family and natural traits in check.  Especially as much as I have done for her.  But... no.  It looks like this is probably it. 

I wonder if she ate, or gave away, all of my ribeyes.  Seriously.  When she joined the church, she joined the band it seems.  Perhaps they will care for her.  Until she bites that hand too.  Yes, she reads this.  Part of my point in posting... among other things.

Later.