“You should open the box, silly,” Lolly said, taking it from Vronsky. She opened it and removed the plastic pouch of veggies, then handed it back. His right eye had already started to blacken, but it didn’t look like his nose was broken, which would have been a shame because he had a perfect nose. If these weren’t such extenuating circumstances, Lolly would have asked him if it was his real one or whether some doctor had sculpted it for him.

“You didn’t send the email, did you? Sorry, I have to ask.” Lolly took the blunt that Murf held out for her and took a big hit as she waited for his answer. Vronsky shook his head no, and she believed him even though she couldn’t see his eyes because of the frozen vegetables.

“He definitely didn’t send it, Lolly,” Murf said. “But what about Kimmie? Vronsky said your sister showed up at his house unannounced and stalker-like when she first got back in town.”

Lolly did not react, because she didn’t want either of them to know this was new information to her, though she was hurt Kimmie hadn’t bothered to tell her about it. “The thought crossed my mind,” Lolly admitted, already feeling the effects of the pot. “But it couldn’t have been her. She’s never been to Anna’s house in Greenwich. That tape was made in Greenwich, right?”

Vronsky removed the bag of frozen vegetables from his face and nodded. “Yeah, that was Anna’s bedroom. I swear, Lolly, I didn’t make that tape. I would never do that to Anna, or anyone!” Vronsky stared at Lolly to see if she believed him and decided she did. He knew he shouldn’t ask, but he had to know. “How is she?”

“Not great, obvi. She was by the pool, drinking vodka straight from the bottle when I left, which is very un-Anna-like. Steven said he’d try to talk with her while I’m away. He’s ripshit. But I guess you know that already.”

“Don’t you think it’ll blow over in a week or two?” Murf asked. “You rich kids always have some high-key drama goin’ on, right? Maybe another sex tape will surface and then everyone will forget about Anna’s. Hell, I got a few videos on my phone that might do the trick.”

Lolly shook her head. “That’s wishful thinking, Murf. This is huge. Anna’s no regular girl. She’s like royalty in New York and it’s a long fall from the top. That email was sent an hour after we took off, and as we flew across the country it had traveled to every private school kid in the country.”

“Yo, y’all think it was the Greenwich OG? I mean he got burnt bad. Though revenge-porning a girl would be some bitch-ass shit on his part. Or how ’bout that Eleanor chick?”