I go to the ATM and withdraw a hundred dollars, and a few days later it's gone. I certainly don't go through it that fast, so I can only conclude that the old lady pilfers it. You'd think she'd spend some of it on wrinkle cream. God knows she needs it. And money isn't the only thing she's taking.
Food seems to disappear at an alarming rate.
For an old lady, she's really quite childish. She also gets in my closets when I'm not home and alters all my clothes. They're getting tighter every day. I can't find a thing anymore. She finds innumerable, imaginative ways to irritate me.