Related to a B2 poll, one of my past housemates was a girl who kept to herself. She was in her late 20s and was curt, to the point, not shy, but I
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Loyola
Nov 17 '23, 16:12
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suppose… introspective. She seemed intelligent. Quiet, too. But there was a defiance about her that seemed to be honed from past experience. None of us in the house could really relate to her but we all regarded her well. I think we all admired her individuality. We shared a house for 3 months. I hardly ever saw her in that time.
One evening, about 2 months into her tenancy, 2 policemen called to the house asking to speak to her. I answered the door. They asked for the person who drove the Volkswagen Golf. Her name was Fiona. I was taken aback. I asked was there anything wrong. And one of them said we’d just like to talk to the owner of the golf. I thought ok here we go. I said sure, wait there and closed the door on them. A small f u.
I went upstairs to Fiona’s room and knocked. She answered and I said Fiona I’m sorry but there’s two guards at the door looking to talk to you. Are you ok? And she said oh ok. And she just stood there. So I go, will we go down and find out what they want? Or would you like to talk to them on your own? And she said yeah will you come with me? So I did.
Down we went.
Opened the door. There were the two cops. In their bright yellow high viz tops. Young enough, early 20s…baby cops. There was absolutely zero crime about in this small town so whatever had them with their serious faces on was probably something innocuous like she drove too fast around a corner or something.
So I go, this is Fiona, and she’s asked me to wait with her.
Silence from the two lads.
Then they go there’s been reports that someone from this abode driving a Volkswagen Golf was parked outside a house in the vicinity with the music playing really loud in their car. Fiona didn’t answer. I looked at Fiona, and she had an expression on her face like she just opened the fridge in the morning to get milk for her cereal, and there was no milk. Like this is happening but I can’t change it look. So not knowing where this was going to end up, I didn’t answer either.
Cop number 2 goes: so we’re investigating that and we’d like to get to the bottom of why there was music playing really loud from a car outside someone else’s house.
I said nothing. I was waiting for Fiona. I thought it was her turn to say something. And she just stared at them! Then after like probably the longest ever 10 seconds they looked at me like wtf?! And then I go, ok I don’t know anything about that but everyone is home here and there’s no loud music going on. Then Fiona goes oh yeah maybe that was me sorry about that.
They could have left it at that. But Wyatt Earp then had to launch into how they were called out on a bad night about really loud music playing from a car, hands on the hips all that jazz and I’m like grand lads at least there’s no music going on now. In other words it’s getting late would ye ever just fuck off. Fiona goes it won’t happen again I’m very sorry thanks for calling. More awkwardness. The whole they’ll be back if any more disturbances etc etc. Ok thanks lads goodnight.
Closed the door. Christ above.
I ask Fiona are you ok? She said yeah thanks, goodnight, and went up to her room. No explanation. That was it.
Other lads in the sitting room heard the whole thing. I go I don’t know what that was about. And they didn’t either. We just thought, Fiona…just a bit that’s how she was. In her own world.
I didn’t like the belligerence of the cops. You could tell the girl wasn’t fully plugged in. Except they couldn’t.
It wasn’t until a couple of months later when I told what had happened to another girl that it perhaps made sense. And she reckoned Fiona was going through something emotional and turned up the music to drown out her crying before she came home to a house with 3 other guys. I don’t know if that was what happened. But we never found out. It would have been better if she had a girl in the house she could talk to rather than us guys.
She was so different. And vulnerable. But strong.
Cops are assholes. Sometimes.
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