Her name was Shirley Diener.

When her Ancestors arrived from Germany the name wa s Biener, but somewhere along the way, the name was changed to Diener. Shirley D iener was elderly and frail. She sat in her easy chair and her comfortable apart ment where she lived most of her life. Her husband passed away a long while back . She had two caregivers from the West Indies, but something happened between th em and her Son Richard. They had words. By that time she lost her hearing, so sh e could not hear what was being said. She wished she could read lips. All of a s udden they packed up and left. Now all she had was her son. He was her boy, thou gh he too had reached retirement age and he was big, and much to her dismay terr ibly fat. It was a funny fat as most of it was around his belly. But recently he was getting big all over. She was afraid of him. He had a bedroom in her apartme nt he used mostly for storage. He had three storage spaces for which he paid ren t above and beyond the rent of a house or an apartment. He kept his memories the re. Mostly Photographs of famous people he liked to follow. Sometimes he followe d Political people. Sometimes he followed entertainment people. Sometimes he fol lowed ordinary people, if he believed that they had an importance in the time li ne. Most recently he was following Opera Singers from the Met. He attended Opera every night. It was getting to be rather expensive. Sometimes he had to burrowm oney. But she did rather that, then have him in the apartment over night. If it seemed as though he was not going to get up and go, she would remind him to goto the Opera. She feared he might get into trouble, like the time he took the pict ure of a Foriegn General, pretending he mistook him for the Prince of anotherCou ntry. Secret Service called her during the evening news to tell her, her sonwas in trouble having crashed a function. He then proceeded to knock down the real P rince in his earnestness to take a picture of the General. It was based onan old Jewish Folklore of capturing energy with the camera. The Nazi Germans believed it as well. She knew that he was depraved, that he also followed childrenfrom th e time he worked in the public school system. One night he came home witha Photo graph of a girl who was now a young woman, acting on a Broadway stage. He knew h er from her school days and he tracked her since. He now pretended to her, that he happened upon her play by accident. She was pleased to see him, not realizing that he tracked her and now her husband all those years. Sometimes he pretended to be CIA. He pretended that during his College years, he was on a Spymission t o Russia on behalf of the United States of America, with Lee Harvey Oswald. She feared he should get discovered, arrested and that they should find hisstorage w here he kept his collections on all of the people he followed. He hada routine, every night he went to the Opera. He waited at the stage door. He sometimes foll owed Placido Domingo home. He bribed the staff at the Met, though they did have concers in regard to his fanatic behavior of showing up at the Opera,every night . She did not dare have him in the apartment while she slept. She could not trus t herself to stay awake and she was afraid. He was her baby boy, butshe was afra id of him. During the day, she tried to make it up to him by fixinghim nice meal s. She did not like for him to touch her food. She feared he addedsedatives to h er food. Sometimes she was knocked out for hours during his stay.She always insi ted on being the one to open the fridge and to prepare his meals. She always ser ved him. She heard the key in the door, it was him. She realizedshe was holding her breath and she tried to breathe. She felt a slight amount of fear. This was her son, she was the mother, she tried to keep herself under control. He came in . He took the groceries out, oh, no he got it all wrong. That is not what she as ked him for. He made as to go to the kitchen. She got up from her easy chair, ho lding on to her walker. She did not want him to touch the food.He was unclean, s he would prepare the food and serve him. He did not buy the right things. He was making her miss her TV show. She could no longer hear, but she could watch the picture. She walked toward him, yelling at him to stop. If hetouched her food, s he would not be able to eat it. Stop. He was a few feet fromher and he held his hands up. Go back and sit down, he ordered. Let me do this for you. He purchased the wrong things, she kept thinking over and over in her head. She was quite ag itated. She had to stop him from reaching the fridge. She had to stop him. She f ell down and fractured her hip. The fall, the fall, it was so painful. The ambul ance came, please, she did not want to leave the apartment.

From then on she was drugged then she was dead.She arrived in New York. There wa s a very big snow storm. She went in search ofRichard Diener. She did not like h im or trust him. He stalked her since childhood. The situation was more complica ted then she thought, perhaps from him she could get an answer. He went to the O pera every night. Then he went to a restaurantnear by which is where she found h im. He acted surprised and happy to see her though he was neither of those two t hings. She wrote a story on the internet about him and his stalking. He could no t have been happy. Still, he invited her to dinner. She had coffee and fries. He had steak. Over steak he told her the story.He arrived to her apartment with he r groceries. When he unpacked, she became visibly upset. By mistake he purchased the incorrect items. Like what she requested, but not what was on her list exac tly. He ate his steak with relish as he spoke. As he related the story of his mo ther's death. Around his lips, the impression of a smile. Like someone who was j oyful on the inside and was trying not to smile on the outside. He said, that he felt guilty about her death. He felt guilty about the death of Shirley Diener. How is that, she asked him pretending to touch the fries. He went on to tell her , how he went toward the fridge. He knew that she did not want her to touch her food. He called it an old Jewish women thing. She became visibly upset and got u p from her easy chair. She got on her walker and came toward him. He raised her hands and told her to stop, to go sit back down, he would get it for her, whatev er it was. He saw her upset with a struggle trying to run toward him on her walk er in time from stopping him from touching the food in the fridge. That he shoul d have backed down instead of accidently edging her on. He said, he was sorry an d he felt guilty that he may have by accident caused his mother's death with his upset of her emotionally. As he said so, a smile played around his lips. He con tinued. The ambulance came and for the first time in over a decade his mother le ft her apartment. He knew that would be the end of her leaving that apartment. S he had been home bound all those years. The landlord wanted that apartment and had given his mother a hard time over the years. He said, that his mother was ta ken to the hospital. From there he decided to put her in a Nursing home rather t hen returning her to her apartment. They had her doped up. She was not supposed to feel or react, yet she did often say, "stop you are hurting me." The Doctor a t the Nursing home claimed that was impossible, he had her so doped up as to not feel anything. He admitted the Nursing home in Brooklyn was not that great, but it was close to her apartment where he was staying and he placed her there for convinience. He went on to tell her that he met a Taxi Driver from El Salvador, who had become very dear to him. He was the one who drove him to and from visiti ng his mother in the hospital or Nursing home. She was in both places for a mont h prior to her death. It took a month for her to die. He said that he had entere d into romantic and sexual relations with the El Salvadorian taxi driver, who fe lt like a family member to him after only a short while of knowing him. He was n ot going to the Opera as much as he used to, because he and the man from El Salv ador were cozy in his mother's apartment. He repeated several times how he felt guilty about his mother. If he had backed down, if he had not emotionally upset her, she would not, might not have fallen off of her walker, while in the urgenc y to reach him. To stop him from touching her food. He went on to tell her, abou t how he hugged his mother at the Morgue. He added that with her death he experi enced financial ease. Going to the Opera every night and taxi money was becoming expensive. He now had him mothers apartment where he stored his photographs and documents on the people he follwed along with three storage units. That is how much material he had on famous people and not so famous people. He went on to te ll her he met Stephen Hawkings and the two of them had become personal friends. She did not doubt he may have met the Scientist Writer at a book signing but she took the rest of it with salt as they say. She was by now his grand stories of all of the famous people he knew. Everyone, he knew everyone in every arena and they were all his personal friends. He claimed to know the President of the Unit ed States personally, telling the story of taking him and another young man out to lunch while the two were still boys in school. He claimed to have then seen t he President on two other occasions. Once at a book signing and then at a News s tand. Unfortunately he did not have his camera. He knew every one from Lee Harve

y to Rockefeller and everyone since to now and in between. He had pictures of hi mself and the Actors he waited for at the stage door, he pretended to know them personally, not just as a matter of an autograph. He gave her a picture of himse lf and President Clinton. The picture was a fake. What he did was take the image of President Clinton and himself superimposing them together. A simple dark roo m trick. His photography was old fashioned not digital. He found her on the Inte rnet. But he stalked her since childhood. He had many people he tracked, she fou nd out. He was not a harmless retired school teacher. She had thus far been unab le to find his Teachers License. She used a professional researcher when she was unable to find it. He too was unable to find it. Yet, many of the children he t racked as kids, later re introducing himself in their adult hood, he noticed in the school system. By his own admission he had relations with at least one male child. When the child was physically afectionate in public, he had the family de ported. The child was an American Citizen, who went home with his mother and ret urned to the United States as an adult. According to Diener, the child died as a consequence of confronting him. He said he felt attacked by the boy and had to strike back. The child who was then a young man recently returned to the States died in what was made to appear as gang related. He stalked people like El Maest ro. El Maestro was a brilliant Conductor. His father was famous from Easter Euro pe. El Maestro had lost his apartment during the years of Guliani war on rent co ntrol apartments. He stayed with friends but now his one friend wanted her priva cy there was a man in her life and the Embassy sometimes let him sleep there. He would conduct at the Met, then he would leave the Consert Hall and have no wher e to go. She began to move her web page around and to take it down at night for fear, of cut and paste and anyone could this day and age forge her work. It was being copied and had ended up on TV. All of her electronically activity was bein g closely monitored, she knew not why, except she thought they were searching fo r material they could turn into commercial value. Because the theft of her work had been a group effort that included her employer in Boston. She continued to t hink about Diener as she sat across from him and she watched him in concealed di sgust as he ate his steak talking with relish about his anguish in regard to the death of his mother. She had seen her photograph. A little frail old lady. What was unknown to people like El Maestro was that Diener was filling out governmen t requisitions pretending to be his care taker. He had a list of people for whom he was accepting government money for supposedly taking care of them. This in t urn ruinded their credit and made their life impossible. He followed people with out their knowing. He operated from the shadows. She was unclear as to his real ID or how he pulled off some of what he did. She did know for sure that he was n ot government. He may have attended a book signing but he did not know the Clint ons. He would arrange to be in the same area with these people so that he could have his picture taken near them, so that he might then pretend to know them. Wh o could she tell about his mother who would believe her, who would care about a little old lady named Shirley Diener who lost her life. Lost her life to his cle ver mechanisms. She made him nervous. He continued to track her. She did not kno w how to be rid of him.