Wordle by Wordle: Day 185
Wednesday, July 3, 2024
Wordle #1110 – THIGH
Chapter 18.
Is that guy staring at me?
A grocery clerk who’s stacking oranges into a pyramid misses his mark by a few inches, the fruit slipping from his lax fingers. He doesn’t notice when the orange thuds against the floor and begins to roll away, either, still gawking in my direction.
Yep, he’s definitely staring at me…
With nothing for a disguise, I turn away and try to shrink down into my turtleneck like, well, a turtle. I refuse to wear a wig again—even though I’ve never been terribly fond of my now notorious red hair—but I suppose the hoodie and sunglasses weren’t so bad, if not my style.
I can’t help but smile to myself as I’m reminded of the caper I pulled off at Bree’s place. A week has passed with Bree none the wiser, and in that time, I’ve started to piece together—
“Oh, excuse me.” My hand bumps into someone else’s, reaching for the same package of marked-down chicken thighs.
“Well, if it isn’t Cecilia Cale,” a familiar voice drawls, smug and superior.
I groan, wishing for once that it was a reporter. Heck, I’d even take another Kick streamer. Anyone but—
“Palumbo.”
I yank the chicken out of his hand and toss it into my basket before wheeling to face him.
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