Wordle by Wordle: Day 228
Sunday, Aug 25, 2024
Wordle #1163 – SKATE
When I hear her voice, my stomach finally stops somersaulting. My entire body freezes, guards itself.
Slowly, I stand up, turn around, and there she is. Bree.
It’s been over four years since I last saw her. In person, I mean—when she was dragged out of the podcast studio literally kicking and screaming, and me not far behind.
I’ve seen her everywhere for the past few months, though—plastered across social media, talk shows, magazines—ever since the moment she was released from prison.
So, I knew that she would look pretty much the same. It’s not like she got a face tattoo behind bars or anything. Same blonde hair, perfectly styled. Though maybe with extensions? Same blush palette for her designer clothes. Not shying away from the “Pink Widow” moniker the media has given her, apparently.
Still, there’s something different about her that I can’t quite put my finger on. Something a little off. Or maybe it’s just the Botox.
“You’re late,” I say, but without much bite. I quickly smother an automatic urge to smile.
“I wasn’t sure you’d show up,” Bree says, also smiling nervously, like she’s on a first date. She’s taking me in, too. Sizing me up. Her eyes skate over my slouchy sweater and poofy hair and chunky glasses. I guess I haven’t changed much, either.
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