Wordle #1033 – TITHE
I’ll admit, Bree definitely has a point this time—it’s not so much to ask that I at least consider not narcing on her. Even if I do decide to turn her in after sleeping on it, the difference of a day won’t matter much. After all, it’s not like I can bring Roy back to life if I call the police right this second.
And even though Bree’s clearly trying to emotionally manipulate me, she’s right, I do owe her… in a way. Giving her this little bit of grace seems like a small tithe to pay.
“Okay, I’ll think about it,” I say grudgingly.
“Oh! Thank you, Cece,” Bree effuses. She looks more relieved than a Claritin spokesmodel and takes a step forward with her arms open, like she’s about to hug me. When she sees my expression, she stops, letting her arms fall, but her hopes still seem high. “I knew you were a real friend.”
“Don’t thank me yet…” I mutter under my breath, not loud enough for her to hear. I start to head toward my apartment again, so Bree awkwardly shuffles out of the way.
We pass each other, she offers a small, sad smile, and I keep walking.
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