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Conversation between Lucy Masterson and Roma Brownson (MEX), dated May 31, 2019:
Lucy Masterson
Hi I saw yr post and I would like some candy.
MEX
How much and what?
Lucy Masterson
All 80mg u have
MEX
I will leave candy in white bag by dumpster at 7-11 Barton Hills 7pm Venmo @romamex $80 per. I have ten
Lucy Masterson
Thank you.
MEX
Got Venmo thx
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Annette
ANNETTE WAS STARING ATher home bar and trying to decide if any of the glittering bottles held a liquid that would fix her. She heard Louis’s phone ring in the bathroom, heard him turn off the shower and answer.
“Oh my God!” cried Louis, and Annette ran upstairs screaming, “What? What is it?” She grabbed his arm, breathing in sharply. Louis was dripping wet, holding his cell to his ear in one hand and his towel around his waist with the other.
“Is he OK?” said Annette, thinking of Robert in jail. “What’s happened?” she repeated desperately.
Louis dropped the phone and the towel and embraced his wife. He was shaking, crying for the first time Annette had ever seen. “He’s OK,” Louis was saying. “He’s OK, he’s OK.”
Annette began to cry.
“He’s OK, baby. He’s OK. They—”
He gathered himself and took a deep breath. Noticing his nakedness, Louis took his monogrammed robe from where it hung on the back of the bathroom door and put it on. He rubbed his eyes. “They just arrested Roma Brownson,” he said.
“What?”
“It’s not Robert. It was never Robert.”
“I don’t understand,” said Annette.
Louis said, “Fuck.” He turned to Annette. “Roma Brownson. Did you ever…could you imagine…”
Annette shook her head, speechless. “Can we…can I…can we go get Robert?” she said.
Louis said, as if unaware he was speaking audibly, “I thought he’d killed her.”
“Louis!” said Annette.
