Is that a true story?

I am telling stories in a socially-deprived area which is another way of saying the cats travel in pairs around this place at night.
A warning bell should have gone off when I took a call on Monday asking if I was free on Wednesday?
I said let me check my diary, the one I cannot find for weeks on end; finally I say yes I am.
On Wednesday I am replacing a puppeteer who is not answering her phone after last week's visit to this summer camp.
None are aged more than 12 years chronologically but aeons old in street smarts.
Out went the cute stories; cosy romances passed them by, others followed until one said she wanted to hear stories that were "gross"
She could wrestle a weightlifter to the ground and win.

[image error] So, I tell 'em the story of the boy who is called out at night in country-side darkness to help carry a coffin.
Coffin?
Yes and he is to be the corpse.
I wrap it up and tell a few more short stories that stand the test of time, mostly about fools besting wise men.
Finished, I prepare to leave when the wrestler sidles up and without speaking tells me she wants to ask a question.
I say what? She asks in a low voice with eyes darting around for eavesdroppers, if that was a true story? I ask what she thinks? she says she does not know; I say if she thinks it's true then maybe it's true for her?
I suggest she tells it to a few pals and see what happens. She says yes and walks away.
I wonder what happened to the puppet woman?
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