Wordle by Wordle: Day 12
Friday, Jan 12, 2024
Wordle #937 - ROUTE
“You don’t want to go in there, it’s a complete mess,” Bree says apologetically. “We’re putting in new tile—there’s dust everywhere.”
She seems a little flustered, just like she was by the overzealous cleaning lady’s handiwork. I’m reminded that she didn’t really want to invite me over today—not when her home isn’t picture-perfect. And she wouldn’t have, if not for the situation with Roy.
“Over there is Roy’s office,” Bree says, as if on cue. But instead of showing me his office, Bree hooks her arm in mine and takes me on a route back toward the stairs, like she can’t face even the thought of Roy at the moment. “Let’s chat in the kitchen, okay? I’ve got macaroons!”
She says this lightly, but I can tell she’s upset. Her smile wobbles and she doesn’t meet my eyes as we head downstairs.
The kitchen is gorgeous too, of course. Glossy emerald green cabinets, black and white floors, and rich wood accents. Bree motions for me to take a seat at one of the tall barstools lined up along a butcher block island. As soon as I do, Lola starts jumping at my legs, whining for a treat. I shoo her away with a gentle nudge but a stern no, which she ignores.
Bree makes her way about the kitchen without a word, removing the macaroons from their brown paper bag, arranging them on a serving tray, neatly stacking together two cream-colored linen napkins. She must really be upset to stay so silent for so long.
Then, Bree pulls two wine glasses from a rack above the sink. She pauses and turns to me, her lips pursed in a quizzical “O.”
“Are you still…?”
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