Wordle #939 - DOING
I hear rummaging upstairs for a good several minutes. Some banging of drawers, some cursing. When what sounds like a chair falls over, I begin to wonder what exactly Bree is doing up there but decide not to interfere.
I take a bite of a macaroon. It’s chewy and sweeter than I remember.
Another minute passes before Bree hurries back down the stairs and into the kitchen.
“His weekend bag and toiletries are gone. But that man has so many clothes—who knows how much he took with him,” Bree announces, flustered. She plops into her seat and throws back a gulp of wine. “What do you think it means?”
“I think it means he packed for the weekend.”
Bree is quiet for a moment, twisting the stem of her wine glass back and forth.
“Did Roy ever do this to you? Disappear?”
We’ve always had an unspoken agreement not to compare notes on our marriages. No questions about sex life or family planning or finances, though that one’s no secret. But I understand Bree’s breach of contract—she’s worried about him.
“No, never,” I say and can’t help but feel a little self-satisfaction.
Then we both go quiet. Lola’s tail whaps on the floor until Bree gives her a crumb of coconut. A minute crawls by.
“Oh! Did I show you Lola’s new sweater?” Bree squeaks, and it’s clear that we’re done talking about Roy.
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