"Oh my god," Rebecca says, standing up, her hand over her mouth. She paces back and forth. "So he paid someone to poison your food?" she says, her voice strained as she's keeping her emotions buttoned down. "And they got mixed up and poor Joan wound up being the one who was poisoned?"
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Date: 2021-08-12 04:35 am (UTC)