Wordle #954 - LEGGY
Part of me had been hoping that Kevin would reveal that Roy and Bree’s relationship is on the rocks. Only because it would be a less sinister explanation for why Roy had left their home and gone radio silent. Not because I would want them to break up, of course.
Now I’m dreading going back to Bree with bad news and no leads. So I don’t.
I water the monstera and notice it’s gotten a little leggy. I move it closer to the window, though I don’t know if that will help. I check my email. I put in an Instacart order.
After an hour has passed, I decide I’ve put off chatting with Bree long enough. She’s probably expecting a video call, but I have a terrible poker face—there’s no way I’d be able to hide that the investigation’s not going well. Not the best trait for a private detective, I know.
So I shoot off a few texts to Bree instead, trying to keep the tone conversational.
Did Roy take their car? No. Has he used his credit card since the last time she saw him? No, she checked the account. Is his phone’s location shared with her? She doesn’t know.
Bree would insist she’s tech-savvy, but she doesn’t know an Apple from a Blackberry. I put a pin in that for the moment and make a mental note to walk her through her “Find My” services the next time I see her.
Notes:
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