Goodbye Earl(109)
RF.
Ada
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected],
[email protected],
[email protected]
Subject: Re: Hey Ladies
I wish we could get together soon too! I haven’t even seen much of Esme lately, she’s working so much on film stuff.
Leo was in town last week. He was playing a string of shows on the coast.
I’ll deffo be at the wedding, Caro! I cannot BELIEVE you’re marrying Trey Foxberry!!!? Maybe now we’ll learn the secrets about why we’ve never known anything about him. And MAKE SURE he knows that if he ever hurts you, we’ll kill him! ☺
Of course I remember Raft Summer, Ada!
Also, I promise.
LOVE AND RF.
Roses
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected],
[email protected], [email protected]
Subject: Re: Hey Ladies
RAFT SUMMER!!! squeal I promise too. Let’s do Raft Summer ASAP!! Kasey, it’s mandatory, so no excuses.
And yeah…becoming Mrs. Trey Foxberry…I didn’t see that on my Bingo card either, but here we go.
Kasey, my heart is broken you can’t be here, but I understand. Or I’m trying my best to understand!! I’ll miss you so much.
LOVE AND RACK FOREVER.
Caro
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected],
[email protected], [email protected]
Subject: Re: Hey Ladies
I’m sorry I can’t be there but! Just picture it’s Raft Summer again and we’re not busy anymore and nothing bad ever happened in Goldie. It’s only us and the lake. The Chicks and Popsicles. Caro’s chocolate chip cookies and Ada’s strawberry lemonade. “Crazy in Love” by Beyoncé + that day Caro’s bikini strap broke and she had to run up to the lake house to fix it! Me and Rosemarie mega-stoned on her dad’s weed, pretending like we were Ariel from Little Mermaid…that same night the boys were lighting off fireworks and Mateo kept playing the one Coldplay song he knows over and over again on Leo’s guitar. Also, Ada, you made the BEST tacos that night. I’ll remember those tacos forever.
We can make it all happen in 2019! Let’s plan for 2019, somewhere! I promise.
I love y’all so much.
RACK FOREVER.
X
Kase
2019
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Lucinda Bramford: Coroner
(Additional Notes)
Although the final autopsy report will not be available for six to eight weeks, my preliminary findings (which conflict with the Foxberrys’ independent findings) are that Mr. Maxwell Mason Foxberry III died as a result of drowning.
He appears to have suffered no real harm to his body before his death. The scratching and bruising as well as the damage to his skull appear to have occurred postmortem when his body went over the falls and (presumably) hit the rocks.
Lysergic acid diethylamide (LSD) as well as traces of Psilocybe ovoideocystidiata were found in his system according to the hair test results. Traces of opioids were also found.
The stomach contained mushroom lasagna, pecan pie, a hamburger, and fries.
In summation, it is of my opinion that Mr. Maxwell Mason Foxberry III drowned because he was so inebriated he fell into Lake Goldie. (Corroborated by the Nancy Simmons eyewitness account/interpretation of blood alcohol report to follow.)
Final Notes on the Maxwell
Mason Foxberry III Investigation,
from the Desk of Chief
Mickey Johns
Closed. After reviewing the autopsy findings and blood alcohol report, I find no further need for investigation. It was an accident, not a murder. Unfortunately, Mr. Foxberry never learned to swim. (His death will also be listed as misadventure, since perhaps there’s a chance he was so inebriated he forgot that fact and jumped in anyway.)
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Kasey
“Caro’s husband died? What happened?” Devon asked over the phone.
“He drowned. It’s a long story…well, no, it isn’t. He drowned. That’s it,” Kasey said. She was standing outside the farmhouse, looking at the water.
He drowned. That’s it.
“Kase, everything sounds crazy right now and being there with you for a couple days didn’t make me feel any better about it. I have no clue what’s going on and you won’t tell me,” Devon said. His voice was sharp and dark, a tone she’d only heard a few times in their relationship. She understood how he was feeling, and if she could stop it, she would, but she couldn’t.
“I don’t know what to say, Dev,” she said.
“Are you having second thoughts about us? Is that what this is about?”
“Devon—”
“Tell me how I’m supposed to feel, then.”
“I can’t tell you how to feel!”
“I feel…well, I feel terrible, Kasey. I love you and you ran away from me.”