Interesting that his first reply was from poor stupid Beth. She didn't say anything about PayPal, or sock puppets, or greatauntoftriplets. You'd think she could be more specific in her instructions on how to run a scam.
You forget Miss Waverly, sir.
You know, the one who allegedly worked in some office at Johns Hopkins Hospital, and thus the most reasonable person to accept the donations, but for some reason that wasn't done.
The late red round one ostensibly stayed at Miss Waverly's home in Baltimore, too.