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[24 days before Isabelle disappeared] RENÉE (12:33PM): Hey girlie. Me and the BF are going to an art show after work Sat. Wanna come? ISABELLE (12:38PM): Sounds like fun. Where? RENÉE (12:41PM): This small experimental theater in Wicker Park. I forget the name, BFs friend is one of the artists. ISABELLE (12:42PM): I’m in. RENÉE (12:43PM): Cool, I’ll tell him to grab a ticket for you. ISABELLE (12:43PM): Thanks!  ...

[30 days before Isabelle disappeared] RENÉE (11:12AM): Hey Izzy. Quick favor… ISABELLE (11:15AM): Uh oh. I think I see where this is going. RENÉE (11:16AM): Where? ISABELLE (11:18AM): What day do you need me to cover? RENÉE (11:18AM): Saturday, night shift. Pleeeease? ISABELLE (11:19AM): Ordinarily I’d say yes, but I have plans. Sorry boo. RENÉE (11:20AM): Plans, huh? ISABELLE (11:20AM): Yeah. RENÉE (11:20AM): Boy plans? ISABELLE (11:22AM): Umm…not exactly. RENÉE (11:23AM): Is a boy involved? ISABELLE (11:23AM):...

Step 1: Show up “on time”. “On time” (i.e. the time the photographer asked you to show up) is actually late. Ten to fifteen minutes early is on time. Step 2: Struggle to answer simple questions such as “why are you late?” Or, “are you really going to pop that gum all day?” Or, “were you raised by a pack of...

Thunderstorms. Muffy’s never liked them or any loud noise really. I hate holidays like the Fourth of July and New Years Eve because the neighborhood is up in a roar with firecrackers and Muffy always pees the floor, and she shakes terribly, and cries. This year I left town ahead of Independence Day and went to the old lake house...