Wordle by Wordle: Day 159
Friday, June 7, 2024
Wordle #1084 – MELON
I’ve only been away from home for a day and change, but between everything that happened at the police station and courthouse, it seems like ages have gone by.
My apartment still has that comforting familiarity, but it’s not quite how I remember it—like I’m visiting a friend’s house after they’ve rearranged the furniture, or returning home from a long vacation.
I notice, as though for the first time, a small crack in the wall near the window, the soft melon scent of an unlit candle on the bookshelf, a photo I took of Times Square hanging slightly askew… Maybe it’s always been that way, or maybe Palumbo and his crew jostled it.
I shudder a little. It’s not just my apartment that feels different. Everything is… off now.
Except for Chicken and Waffles. Sure enough, they come scampering out of my bedroom, mewling pathetically to be fed.
“Oh, I missed you guys! I’m so sorry I was gone.” I scoop them both into a big hug—even though they hate it—and deposit them by their food bowls. Still smattered with kibble, I might add.
As I refill their food and water, I hear a knock at the door, a cajoling request for me to come out and talk. Don’t I want to tell my side of the story?, they wonder.
What I want is for the case against me to be dismissed and my name cleared and Bree brought to justice and—and just five goddamn minutes to myself.
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