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Katie: *gif of blonde girl looking confused*
Katie: Excuse me? Did I read that right?
Me: If you read “Chase’s house,” then yes. You read it right.
Katie: Please tell me you have your own bedroom. Far away from him.
Me: Well…sort of…
Katie: I don’t know if there’s enough money in petty cash to bail you out of jail for killing him.
Katie: Of course, if you use that rat poison I told you about, it’s undetectable.
Katie: No body, no crime.
Me: *eyeroll emoji*
Me: You and your crime shows.
Katie: Wait, rewind. What does sort of mean?
Me: It means I have a bedroom, but it’s his. The other bedrooms don’t have any furniture or anything.
Katie: *gif of woman blinking in disbelief*
Katie: Are you okay?
Me: No, I’m freaking the fuck out.
Me: It’s a beautiful room. Would be a nice view of the ocean if it weren’t for a hurricane.
Katie: Why do I feel like the hurricane is not your problem?
Me: I’m stuck here and everywhere I look in this room, I see him. I smell him.
Me: And let me be clear, he doesn’t stink.
Katie: Eden…
Me: It’s fine, Katie. I just need to freak out for a few minutes and get some sleep.
Katie: If you say so. How’s it going? Did he agree to be the speaker?
Me: He’s thinking about it.
Katie: So he said no?
Me: Anyway, I don’t know how long I’m going to be stuck here.
Me: For the moment, we still have power, and Chase says he has a generator. I’ll still be able to work.
Me: Tell me how things are going in the office.
Katie: We’re all good here. I haven’t heard about any hiccups except for when we ran out of Cheetos in the vending machine.
Me: Let me guess, David?
Katie: Yep.
