Wordle by Wordle: Day 239
Wednesday, Sept 11, 2024
Wordle #1180 – AISLE
“I don’t even have Lola.” Bree seems the most devastated by this consequence, a fresh wave of tears springing to her eyes.
I’d heard that Roy’s mother, Sue, had adopted the dog, though Lola had always been Bree’s pet de facto. Maybe winning over Lola was Sue’s small revenge against her son’s killer.
It strikes me then, seeing Bree look so miserable, that maybe, in some weird way, she actually did me a favor by falsely accusing me of murder.
If not for that, Kevin and I never would’ve become so close. His support was mostly financial, at first, but then we came to lean on each other more and more as time went on, me propping him up emotionally in Roy’s absence. Now, we’re practically joined at the hip, except for when Kevin’s busy being the bigshot CEO of Roin—which is always, the way he tells it.
And Stevie. I Heart Homicide’s popularity skyrocketed after my viral showdown with Bree, and Stevie insisted on taking me to dinner as a gesture of gratitude. That dinner was followed by a matinee one afternoon, then a potluck at her apartment, and then more coffees and chats than I can count. I probably have a few missed texts from her right now.
Even Aparna has become, well, maybe not a friend, but not just my former lawyer either. She invites me to her holiday parties, at least. And Craig is… Craig.
Roy is gone, but he was already gone from my life long before he was murdered, if I’m being honest with myself. So, somehow—impossibly—the sky around me didn’t go completely black when Roy’s light winked out. There were entire constellations of other people out there, even more visible in the dark.
Yet for Bree…
She has stopped crying, but she’s making a performance of dabbing at her eyes, delicately sniffling. She looks… smaller than usual, her shoulders hunched inside her blazer, like a child playing dress-up.
Another customer slides down the aisle between our tables, notices Bree’s distress, and side-eyes me critically on her way past. “What did she say to that poor woman?” her expression seems to ask. “How can she just sit there like that?”
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