Wordle by Wordle: Day 238
Tuesday, Sept 10, 2024
Wordle #1179 – REBEL
“But I was wrong. I was so, so wrong,” Bree sobs with a sudden outburst of emotion, still shaking her head. The tears that she had been assiduously keeping at bay finally rebel and charge down her cheeks. “I know now that you weren’t out to get me. You were the only real friend I ever had.”
Her acknowledgment touches me more than I care to admit. Her tears, and the tender way she calls me her friend… they trigger an almost Pavlovian desire to go over and hug her. But I keep my arms resolutely crossed, squeezing myself tightly.
“Do you know how many friends reached out to me when I was in prison?” Bree asks, her voice as wobbly as an egg yolk. I’m about to answer, but it was a rhetorical question, apparently. “None! That’s how many.”
She’s wounded, and angry.
“And now that I’m out of prison, people only come to me if they want something.” She sniffs and furiously blots away her tears with a napkin. “I’m sorry that I took your friendship for granted, Cece. And I’m sorry that it took me so long to realize it.”
Bree pauses and looks at me like we’re in a community play and I’ve forgotten my line. She seems annoyed when I don’t pick up the prompt to speak.
“I don’t have anyone anymore,” she reiterates. “I’m completely alone…”
“I’m sorry,” I say, and I mean it. I somehow restrain myself from adding, “And whose fault is that?”
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