Page 66

From: Zoya Anastos

To: Rowan Gallagher

OMG Rowan! We are all appalled. I wish I’d had half a clue about Beatrice, but she totally had me fooled.

I liked that bitch. That pisses me off.

Anyway, you might not care about the mansion, and I wouldn’t blame you. But in case you were worrying about the rain getting in through the skylight opening and soaking all the woodwork and paintings you had restored, don’t worry. It wasn’t that bad. They boarded that sucker up pretty fast.

Today I heard the contractors discussing the window. Stained glass that size is super spendy, so Hank is probably going to have plain glass installed up there for now instead. As a conservator, I’m not supposed to say this, but I’m not that sorry the old triple penis is gone. Sue me.

Seems like the Orangerie you had planned is on hold? They took all the earth movers away, and the tool trailer, too.

You know what else is gone? The ghost. No lie. Maybe she escaped out of the gaping hole in the ceiling. I just don’t sense her anymore. The aura around here is shiny and bright.

Please take care of yourself. Maybe this is just workplace gossip, but I heard your dog attacked Beatrice, and also that you have a punk-rock boyfriend who had to pull her off. I hope all that is true.:)

Let me know when I can come and visit and show you photos of the last Poseidon painting. He’s menacing another water sprite. But the colors are great.

Thinking of you,

—Z