Wordle #1171 – CAMEL
“I also want you to know that I swear I didn’t mean to kill Roy. I never wanted him dead.” Bree ducks her eyes as she says this, fiddling with her cup. The camel-colored liquid inside sloshes from rim to rim, leaving behind foamy little rings.
“Yes, I attacked him, and maybe I even wanted to hurt him a little, but I never thought…” The cup goes still in her hands.
This time, I do open my mouth to say something, but Bree leaps in to explain herself when she hears my intake of breath.
“I know! I know that it doesn’t matter what my intentions were. There’s no excuse for what I did.”
Either Bree has spent a long time practicing and rehearsing these lines, or she actually believes what she’s saying. There’s a raw glint of pain behind her eyes that’s too real for even her to fake.
Funny how she’s still trying to justify her actions though…
“Okay, let’s say I believe you. You didn’t intentionally murder Roy. But then, how do you explain framing me for his death?”
“I—”
“You what? You accidentally lied to the police about me? You tripped and—whoops!—dropped Roy’s cell phone and wallet under my bathroom sink? Is that what happened?”
I only realize I’ve raised my voice when everyone else in the café goes quiet. The baristas stare at me with open interest. A woman at the next table over sits frozen, her mug suspended halfway to her lips.
When the espresso machine spits out a loud, gurgling hiss of steam, the spell breaks, and everyone goes about like they hadn’t just been eavesdropping.
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