Wordle by Wordle: Day 13
Saturday, Jan 13, 2024
Wordle #938 - HEARD
“On the wagon?” I bristle.
“Well, I didn’t mean—”
“Yeah, I am. Going on two years.” I still can’t believe I heard what I just heard. Bree should know how this works by now. Considering the spat we had when she ordered a carafe of mimosas at drag brunch, I thought for sure she’d remember this time.
“That’s good… That’s really good!” Bree says and puts back one glass. She gives herself a generous pour of chardonnay. “I’m proud of you—we both are.”
I change the subject faster than changing out of jeans into sweatpants.
“So, you wanted to talk about Roy.” The elephant in the room the size of a woolly mammoth. “Anything you haven’t told me yet, about him leaving?”
Bree takes her time bringing the cookies and her glass of wine to the island, then pulls up a barstool opposite me, her face scrunched in thought.
“No, I don’t think so…” She nibbles on the corner of a macaroon.
“And you still haven’t heard from him since yesterday afternoon?”
“No,” she says quietly and washes down the cookie with a sip of wine. Her lipstick leaves a pink crescent on the rim of the glass.
“Did he pack a bag?” I put one of the little coconut haystacks on my plate, but I’m not feeling particularly hungry.
“I—I don’t know. I hadn’t thought about that.” Bree’s eyes go a bit wide. “Why do you ask? Is that a good thing or a bad thing, if he packed a bag?”
“It’s not good or bad, but it can give us an idea of how long he intends to be away,” I say calmly, hoping to calm Bree down too.
“O-okay. I’ll look around, see if any of his things are missing.”
Before I can tell her that it can wait, Bree hops off her barstool and trots up the stairs. Lola gives me a look that I can only interpret as: See what I have to live with?
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