Wordle by Wordle: Day 11
Thursday, Jan 11, 2024
Wordle #936 - BRIEF
I could’ve had this life. I did have this life—minus the fabulous wealth. Sure, Roy and I had lived comfortably enough renting a modest apartment in the South Bay. We hadn’t needed much besides each other, as corny as that sounds.
It wasn’t until two years ago, shortly after Roy and Bree got married, that Roy’s crypto company launched its ICO and landed him on the cover of Forbes.
But it’s not money I feel the lack of, it’s Roy. I would still be with him, if only I hadn’t…
I realize I’m lingering on the photo for too long, but Bree saves me from needing to explain myself by drawing my attention to her display of knick-knacks.
“Look, it fits perfectly!” Bree says as she places the hedgehog planter in the only empty space among a menagerie of ceramic animals. I nod approvingly before I notice something amiss.
“Where’s Froufrou?”
Froufrou is a large ceramic standard poodle—glossy white fur, pink bow, nose pointed in the air—the crowning jewel of Bree’s collection. She got Froufrou on her sixth birthday and has never parted from it since. She even hauled Froufrou to college and gave that ridiculous ceramic pooch pride of place in our dorm room.
“Oh, my dear sweet Froufrou. She broke… during the move.” Bree casts her eyes around the room, as though Froufrou might come trotting to her like Lola. For a brief moment, she looks about to cry.
“Ah jeez, I’m sorry. Can’t you glue it back together or something?”
“No, I don’t think there’s any fixing this,” Bree says and blinks back her tears. She collects herself, but she’s decidedly less chipper than before. “Anyway, let me show you the rest of the house.”
Bree leads me down the hallway.
“This is the guest room.”
I ooh and aah appropriately.
“And this is the guest bath.”
The door is closed, so I reach for the handle to get a better look inside. Bree stops me suddenly, grabbing the handle before I can.
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