Wordle #1026 – BROTH
I don’t condone what Bree did, obviously, but I also don’t see a hole in her story. Yet. Maybe it really was an accident…
“Why didn’t you just tell me the truth?”
As much, and as often, as Bree likes to vent, I know that she hasn’t been truly open with me for a long time. Not in the way best friends should be. And as much as I hate to admit it, it stings, like too-hot broth hitting your tongue.
“I wanted to tell you sooner, I really did! That’s why I asked you to come over, the day after…”
“You were going to confess?” I can’t keep the surprise from my voice. She didn’t seem at all burdened by some terrible secret that day, with her chardonnay and her macaroons.
“Yes! I was going to tell you everything,” Bree says haltingly. Her hands dart through the air like she’s literally grasping for the right words. “But then I—I just couldn’t do it. I thought you’d hate me for what I’d done, and I couldn’t bear to lose you as a friend.”
Oh, so she’s trying flattery now.
“In other words, you changed your mind about asking me to help you cover it up?”
“No! No, nothing like that,” Bree sniffs. She hasn’t been this offended since that Christmas party when her cousin wore the same dress. “I was going to come clean, I swear it.”
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