Wordle by Wordle: Day 18
Thursday, Jan 18, 2024
Wordle #943 - STOLE
“Okay, I’ll do it,” I concede grudgingly. Bree beams a smile at me that I’m unable to return. “I’ll be in touch.”
I say my goodbyes to Bree but not much else, too preoccupied to make more small talk.
In the Uber, on BART, back to my apartment, my thoughts on Roy’s disappearance keep tumbling around like socks in a dryer. Bunching together, loosening at the seams, getting lost. It’s always like this when I start a new case. I just have to let things settle with a full night’s sleep.
Or a full glass of wine.
The thought comes to me like a reflex. Just a little, to smooth out the edges. I blame Bree and her stupid chardonnay and I don’t bother to pick up my jacket when it slips off the overcrowded coat rack.
Waffles comes trotting up to me in greeting, and the static in my head levels out. A bit. He gives me a muffled mew, proudly carrying a hair tie that he stole from my bathroom vanity, no doubt.
“Waffles…” I scoop him up and plant a kiss on his fluffy orange cheek as punishment. Roy is allergic, so having cats was strictly out of the question when we were together. It’s not among the many reasons why our marriage expired faster than a brown banana, but it didn’t help.
I sigh and wonder if everything in my life will always circle back around to Roy. Maybe I shouldn’t have taken on the case. Or maybe closing it will finally close the loop for me, too.
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