Wordle by Wordle: Day 232
Thursday, Aug 29, 2024
Wordle #1167 – FLUNK
Well, I think I have to convince myself that justice was served. Because if I don’t believe that, then how the hell am I supposed to make sense of anything? How can I just go on feeding Chicken and Waffles every morning and responding to client emails and folding my stupid socks like everything’s fine…
At least I cleared my name, I remind myself. At least I won’t be labeled a murderer for the rest of my life.
Bree sets down her cup. There’s a fleck of whipped cream on the tip of her nose, and she primly yet self-consciously dabs it off with her napkin like she’s in danger of flunking finishing school.
She smooths her skirt with a shaky breath and then finally, really looks at me.
“Cecilia…” Bree takes another breath. “I need to apologize for what I did.”
For murdering Roy? For betraying me? For trying to bash my brains in with a ceramic poodle? All of the above?
“You’ll have to be more specific,” I say before I can stop myself.
I should just let Bree get it all out and be done with it. The only reason I agreed to meet with her in the first place was because she’d said she wanted to apologize—and my therapist had encouraged me to do it for the sake of “closure” or whatever.
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