Wordle #1150 – SKIFF
Chapter 21.
Before Bree can make any more excuses for herself, I pull out a breadbox-sized wooden chest from under my chair and heave it onto my knees.
Everyone looks on curiously, Virginia literally on the edge of her seat, no doubt surprised that they hadn’t noticed the box before now. Stevie really does know how to mastermind a big reveal.
I pause a moment for dramatic effect, then I open the chest’s hinged lid. With both hands, I lift out…
“Froufrou?!” Bree gasps before she can think better of it. She looks completely upended, like a skiff caught in the wake of the Queen Mary.
“Yes, everyone, I’d like you to meet Froufrou. One of Bree’s most prized possessions.” I move the box back to the floor and position Froufrou in my lap so that she’s facing the camera. I give her a little pat on her ceramic head. “You’ve had Froufrou since you were six years old. Isn’t that right, Bree?”
“Yes…” Bree agrees reluctantly. She probably would have denied ever seeing Froufrou before in her life if she hadn’t already so clearly recognized the ceramic poodle.
For good measure, I’ve supplied a few photos of Bree standing beside Froufrou in our college dorm room, at her first apartment, and so on. They fade in and out of the picture-in-picture window.
Have fun trying to deny that, Bree.
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