Kathy

The most beautiful, smartest and most characterful woman I knew was Canadian Kathy, but I broke off the bond because she was married, and I regretted it when I learned that she had separated from her husband. She was saying that she had told her husband about me, and Peter even believed that I was in love with Kathy, but I was suspicious because it was against Turkish traditions, and my past experiences had made me paranoid, so I suspected that maybe she was a spy. I was really scared when her twin daughters, who had children, contacted me. I realized I had made a mistake when Kathy later started living with a doctor who was extremely rich and had a farm, horses, etc. Anyway, it's over. In my humor novel called Errorist, I used the names of Kathy's father, Fred, and her favorite granddaughter, Abby, and I named the two stray puppies that I adopted in Sığacık and later neutered, Kathy and Bella (her mother's name). Kathy was sending me Scrikss pencil sets, books introducing Nova Scotia, etc. from Canada, but Turkish women always tried to rob me. Let me give an example: A few months ago, I became friends with a woman who was divorced from her husband, who was a professor. She had rented her three-storey villa, she had retired from teaching, she had a private teaching institution, she wanted us to live together, but she was coveting my money, she was making me pay all the expenses, although her monthly income was seven or eight times more than mine. Let me come to the conclusion: No Turkish woman can be one tenth as valuable as Kathy. By the way, Kathy gave me the password for Facebook, messenger and e-mail, I returned it after 15-20 days, and the widow Turk encrypted her mobile phone. Can you notice the difference?