Wordle by Wordle: Day 39
Thursday, Feb 8, 2024
Wordle #964 - PLACE
We both seem to be in silent agreement that I’m not very good at the whole consoling thing. So, I sidle onto the couch alongside Bree, put my arm across her shoulders, and just listen while she unloads.
She cries some more—I hand her tissues. She confesses that she never really understood how the death clause in their prenup is supposed to work—I send her the contact card for an attorney I know. She insists that she should start organizing the memorial service right away—I offer to help but I know she’d sooner die herself than hand over event planning to someone else.
When Waffles realizes that Bree is being derelict in her petting duties, he leaps out of her lap. Bree apparently takes this as her sign to leave, too.
“I guess I should head home. I’m exhausted,” Bree says as she stands up. She yawns and stretches performatively, like I wouldn’t believe her otherwise? “Thanks for letting me, like, trauma dump on you, Cece.”
“It’s the least I can do,” I say, and not in the empty platitude way. There has to be something more I can do for Bree. “I’ll come by your place tomorrow with some meals you can heat up, okay?”
Bree can’t cook to save her life. I’m no Ina Garten, but I can boil an egg, at least.
“Um, sure, that’d be nice,” Bree says, gathering up her purse. She heads for the door like she’s suddenly late for something. Maybe she just can’t stand to be around me anymore and, look, I get it.
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