Wordle by Wordle: Day 3
Wednesday, Jan 3, 2024
Wordle #928 - TWIRL
Five minutes crawl by. Then another five. Another.
This time—I tell myself—this time, I’ll call her out for being late. This time, I won’t accept her flimsy apology for not answering my texts these past weeks.
When Zoom finally chimes at Bree’s arrival, ten more minutes later, I nearly drop a handful of Cheetos into my lap in surprise. I scooch the bag out of frame.
“Cece!” Bree chirps. “Oh my gosh, it’s so good to see you!”
“Hi, Bree.” I wonder if she can see my eye twitch behind my chunky glasses.
“Lola did not want to leave the dog park. You know how she is,” Bree says, and I realize it’s the closest thing to an apology I’ll get.
She goes on for a while about Lola, her Maltipoo furbaby, so I take the opportunity to focus on something more interesting. The small details. The things that people won’t tell me outright but that whisper their secrets to me anyway.
For instance, I can tell that Bree is agitated about something.
She doesn’t twirl her hair around her fingers like that unless she’s distracted. She would never mess up those soft blonde waves on purpose, not after spending hours styling them to perfection. I should know—we were college roommates for a year.
But besides her absentminded fidgeting, Bree seems her usual self. Pretty and put-together, outwardly at least, just like the home that surrounds her.
I notice a new bookshelf over her right shoulder, its books aesthetically arranged by color. I wonder if they’re those color-coordinated filler books that Pottery Barn sells by the bundle. It’ll be the first thing I investigate if Bree ever invites me over to her new place in Pacific Heights. Their new place.
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