- First off, April noticed Kortney goofing off on Elly's dime and, when she made an off-the-cuff remark about it, was threatened with a knuckle sandwich.
- April, having been encouraged by Jim to divulge this to Elly, was met with appropriately expected disbelief before reminding Old Potato-Nose that she was seeing greatness that didn't exist.
- When John told her that she should let Kortney go, she told him it was easier to not make a fuss.
- Kortney spread a layer of manure over things because she knew what a sucker Elly was for flattery; Moira popped in after Elly left and told the jerk that the writing was on the wall.
- Things stayed as they were for a few months when Elly noticed a discrepancy in the inventory for December; she wouldn't believe April or Moira when they hinted as to it being an inside job. She did, however, believe the alibi Kortney needed time to come up with.
- The final part of the saga was when Moira took advantage of Elly's absence to rid the store of a parasite; upon being presented with the proof that she finally had no choice to believe, Elly still didn't quite believe it because, well, Kortney flattered her.
- Instead of doing something silly like apologizing to Moira and April for being a gullible sap, Elly kicked something to avenge the harm done her supposed credibility.
- Finally, they were presented with a notice that Kortney planned to sue them for wrongful dismissal.
This last detail tells me what Lynn really thought was going on; I might be reading her wrong but I think that she's trying to say that Elly and the gang deserved to get served for confronting someone instead of letting things fester so she could get flattered and not have to make a decision. I also tend to think that her refusal to apologize to the people she should have listened to is telling; what it tells us is that if you see someone doing something wrong, you should shut up about it so stupid, selfish narcissists can get an ego-boost at your expense.
As for the supposed "Elly is so pure, she cannot understand evil" premise, this passage from the June 2004 retcon:
Having had a few weeks to think things over, I am not as emotional as I was and can address the subject without going to pieces. It seems our ex employee must now suffer the indignities of fingerprinting and having a police record to dog her probably for the rest of her life. Even though the people whose cheques she forged refused to press charges, she has still been found guilty of fraud and theft of cash and merchandise. She is not in prison, but is being held responsible for her actions by having to repay the amounts stolen and doing community service. She is under the care of a counselor and has to report to a probation officer. She has a lot of restrictions, and I doubt she'll be able to secure employment for quite a long time. This is a suburb of Toronto, but is still a fairly insular community and news like this travels far and fast. I feel sorry for Kortney. She seemed to self destruct for some reason. I guess I'll never know what made her do the things she did, but it's up to the justice system and perhaps support groups to help straighten her out.
and its follow-up from November 2006:
Oh, that reminds me, since I'm thinking of the bookstore. I ran into Kortney Krelbutz last week, literally. I bumped right into her as she was leaving the bank. I'd been absentmindedly rifling through my bag with one hand as I walked through the door, and so I wasn't watching where I was going. We came face-to-face for the first time since she was let go from Lilliput's. We didn't speak. She looked horrified for a second and then scurried off down the street. I don't know what she expected; I don't hold a grudge, and I don't expect an apology, but I did think she'd have acknowledged my presence. Maybe this way she can make believe that nothing happened. People are interesting. I'll never stop trying to figure us all out!
tell me that she learned nothing from the experience; as for worrying about April, this is about when she started in with that fear-filled balderdash about how her bland, pliable, by-the-numbers child had become an out-of-control Martian. This, as you will recall the same picky-faced princess who she was willing to have take a beating so she could have a lying thief blow sweet, sweet smoke up her fat ass.