Sarah Oullette was the one that told me I was adopted. I was in seventh grade. I rushed home and pulled out the box that had my baby belongings and sifted through the cards to one I remembered had milk bottles and read, “even though he’s not yours, he’s just as special” or something like that. 

When my mom came home from work, I asked her what the card meant. She got very defensive and told me that it didn’t mean anything and she threw the my card away. 

At one point I’d have considered Sarah one of my most responsible friends. That of course was before she agreed to babysit my kids for the after school program the day I auditioned for the school play. She tried to back out of it a couple days prior, saying she asked her younger brother Erick to do it, but I told her that wasn’t what we agreed on and I needed her to be there. 

Her family lived right next door to the second apartment we moved into on Terrace Drive. Her parents had rented one side of the duplex my father rented on the same property as his home where I lived until I was five.  She was two years older than me and Erick was two years younger. 

The afternoon of the audition she and Erick came over and left her in charge. When I came back, approximately three hours later, I walked in to Erick on the couch under a blanket with the boys and I asked where his sister was. He said she was upstairs. I ran up to seee what she was up to and she was stripping a quilt off the top of my mom’s bed. I asked what she was doing in my mom’s room and she said she had taken a nap. I found out from gently probing the boys that she had company and they had spent the whole time upstairs while they watched a movie with Erick. 

I was so floored and I suspected that there was more to the story but Sarah and Erick were tight lipped about it. I asked Erick who she had over and he said it was the guy who lived four or five doors down from Matt Dupuis up the hill. I asked Sarah what she was thinking and really laid into her about not respecting my home and jeopardizing the safety of the boys. What’s worse is I got the sense she was protecting Erick, but for what reason I couldn’t even begin to imagine. We stopped being friends after that. I moved to Enfield shortly after that, but continued to go to Rockville High until my senior year when we moved again and they insisted I pay out of town tuition or transfer to E. O. Smith. 

I guess I should’ve seen it coming, she brought Kelly’s friend Jason Santino to her junior prom which I accompanied Melanie to. Jason was 38 years old. I rented the limo and none of them even chipped in for it. They said I had made the arrangements so they didn’t feel like they agreed to split the cost.  

Then, Sarah let Melanie drive her car on the way to some autumn event the next year and Melanie crashed the car Sarah’s dad had given her. A dodge dynasty in mint condition and well maintained. Sarah blamed Melanie even though her dad strictly forbid anyone else drive her vehicle. I felt bad for them both but they both had screwed up because Sarah did something she knew she wasn’t supposed to, again. 

Oddly enough this google reviewer is using Sarah’s name but looks like my cousin. More disturbing is the fake attorney’s name that signed these documents has my cousin’s handwriting and Sarah’s maternal grandfather’s name. Supposedly, the attorney has been practicing law in Fort Kent for 42 years but the only review he has is from this person and he’s not registered with the Maine Bar Association.  Robert J Plourde.  If you look in the reflection of the glasses it appears the person has a tattoo on their forearm. 

How many identities are we going to let Katherine Mary Noyes Parsons aka Sarah Oullette steal?  How much damage should we allow her to do, before she goes away for the rest of her life??