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Tina stared at Elena then took a deep breath and sat down heavily on her office chair. This was spiraling out of control. Elena was pacing the room, talking quickly. She described how when she first met Jodie, they had been at a club two nights before the convention and Jodie had gone home with Elena’s roommate. Tina did the math in her head; this was before Bette had broken things off with Jodie. She had clearly been cheating on Bette with more than just Amy. She felt sick to her stomach again, sick for Bette. She knew then she would have to tell her everything. Why didn’t she talk to her before this got so out of hand? Fuck Fuck Fuck. She wanted to pull her hair out. She wanted to throw up.
Elena continued, describing the two-day affair Jodie had with her roommate in which they rarely left the bedroom except when Jodie went to work on her piece for the convention.
Elena had left drawings of her work on the dining room table and had walked in on Jodie looking at her sketches. She appeared to be making her own drawing of some sort, although Elena admitted she never saw what Jodie had drawn. Elena had been drunk, and they had an argument when she asked to see the paper. Jodie had stormed out of the apartment and never returned.
It was only when Elena showed up at the convention and found a huge piece of her project missing that she saw who the keynote artist was. Jodie Lerner. With her work incomplete she was left with no entry for the convention and she withdrew her name from the event.
Unable to present and broke, Elena had walked around the convention dazed and confused. Finding Jodie’s piece, she was shocked to find that it had a strong resemblance to the work she was missing. She knew she could never prove it. Jodie was wildly popular and well known in the small circle of metal workers and artists. Jodie was surrounded by people, so Elena moved on, her world turned upside down. She never saw Jodie again. Until now.