Yet another small town story

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A long time ago, like nearly 60 years ago, I was in a Girl Scout troop. Sadly, this last week, the troop leader died. Since she hadn't wanted a funeral, her daughter had a get together of people who cared about her and her mother on Saturday night. Now, I live in north Austin and this get together was not just in south Austin, it was actually in a small place that is actually southwest of Austin. I honestly hasn't been out in that part of the county in at least 30 years, maybe longer. Its been a long time since I had seen this woman or her mother, but I really liked the mother and, well, I had been in the troop with the daughter for 6 or so years. I attended school with her and even saw her some at one of the universities I had gone to. So, I went to the restaurant, even though it was a Mexican restaurant - remember, I'm allergic to corn. I set next to the grand daughter of this woman, I had the pleasure of working with her mother back when I worked for the Health Department. I guess I just don't know when to go home, so I was one of the last to leave. I mentioned something about my wife being blind, but since I was retired she wasn't using Special Transit System (now MetroAccess) anymore. P, was trying to wave me off, turned out the lady behind me drove for them. She said something about how the company that had the contract had just recently changed. Oh, I said - or words to that effect - do you know this blind lady. I proceeded to try and describe her. "Yeah, yeah," she said, looking kind of worried. "She's a lying b*tch" I said. J, the lady, just about fell over and started laughing. "I wasn't sure how you knew her," she said. "I didn't want to say anything if she were a friend." "She lived with me for three years," I told her. "Oh. And she smeared poop on your bathroom walls." "Yep." "And stopped up the toilet," she went on. "Yep. And broke the shower." "Yeah. And you made her like, feed the cats?" "And the dogs, and clean the counter tops." "Oh, yeah. You were such slave drivers." We continued on this vein for a while. She told me that she got in trouble at the Lighthouse for the Blind. "But she's a good singer," she said. "She's not a bad singer. She probably thinks she's better than she is. If she practiced when she lived with us she could've done okay." "I heard she was singing with some group, (name redacted because the wife knows the spouse of one of the members - but they are a blues combo formed when they were all at the Blind School together) I think." "Really," I said. I asked if she had picked her up at my place and she knew exactly where it was. Yes, she had picked her up there. About that point, her husband told her they really needed to go. Thus ending this rather... enlightening... conversation.