Wordle by Wordle: Day 175
Sunday, June 23, 2024
Wordle #1100 – BUGLE
Chapter 17.
Spying on Bree’s house would be a lot easier if I had a car to hide in. Instead, I’ve been pacing back and forth along the opposite sidewalk for the last half hour—hoodie up, eyes down, sunglasses on—looking more suspicious than an unknown number calling about a car warranty.
Bree should’ve left by now if she was going to meet Kevin at Sightglass Coffee in time.
I pull out my new phone and check the clock. Actually, she should’ve left fifteen minutes ago. But I’m not surprised that she’s running late, as usual. That, or she’s ghosting Kevin…
Just when I really start to worry that Bree has changed her mind, the garage door slides up and out rolls her white Tesla.
I duck my head, trying to catch a glimpse of Bree without her seeing me. Not that she’s paying much attention to her surroundings—she zips in front of an oncoming car and doesn’t even tap the brakes when the other driver bugles their horn at her.
She’s around the corner and out of sight in an instant, but from what I could see, she looked the same as ever: hair neat and styled, French tips on the wheel, cat-eye sunglasses glinting in the afternoon light.
I’m disappointed but I can’t quite say why. The vindictive part of me had hoped she would look as disheveled and nervy as I am, while another part of me had missed her and wanted to spend more than just that fleeting moment together, even from afar.
Don’t forget, she’s trying to put you away for murder, I remind myself as I make my way across the street.
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