From that day on, my house became my stage. If Melanie wanted a confused old woman, I would give her one—but on my terms.
Playing Senile and Hiring a PI
I began “forgetting” little things: asking the same question twice, leaving a pot a bit too long on the stove, misplacing my keys and then magically finding them. Nothing dangerous just enough to feed Melanie’s story.
She pounced on it. In front of Jeffrey and her friends she’d say, “I’m really worried about Sophia’s memory.” Jeffrey would suggest maybe I needed “help” with the business accounts.
Outwardly I looked worried about myself. Inwardly, I took notes and hit “record.”
I also hired Mitch, a private investigator and former cop. I wanted to know what they did when they were “at work” or “visiting friends.”
