Beth: So are you living at K’s place?
Me: Yeah, I am. I just moved in.
Ryan: We used to live there.
Ryan: Yeah. Great place. You won’t have any problems. And you’re far enough away from The Bronx (Anne St).
Beth: But you might get a guy called Harold yelling for Cynthia outside your window late at night. All you need to do is call out that Cynthia doesn’t live here anymore. Cynthia is dead.
Me: Cynthia is dead. OK.