Wordle by Wordle: Day 4
Thursday, Jan 4, 2024
Wordle #929 - SCANT
Bree moves on to talk about her job at the bookstore. Complain, more like. She seems to hate everything about working there, from her coworkers to the patrons to the bookshop cat that keeps coughing up hairballs in the Children’s section.
I consider suggesting, yet again, that she quit and do something else. It’s not like she needs this job. God knows her husband makes more than enough to support the both of them… and the entire population of a Micronesian country.
But I don’t say anything about it. Not least because Bree gives me scant few opportunities to get a word in edgewise. I begin to wonder if I’ll get the chance to say anything at all when Waffles jumps up on my desk. He points his furry orange cat butt directly at the webcam.
“Waffles,” I scold and gently push him aside. He starts purring as soon as I scritch him behind the ears.
“Aw, hi, kitty! How are Chicken and Waffles doing?” Bree asks me, a bit perfunctorily. She picks at a piece of lint on her cashmere sweater.
“They’re good,” I say. “Dumb as always.” To prove my point, Waffles hops off the desk and directly onto his brother, Chicken, much to the surprise of them both. They scramble away in a blur of orange.
A beat of silence follows. Bree has already rambled on about her dog, her job, her parents, her therapist, her yoga instructor. Which leaves…
“How’s Roy?” I manage to ask with a smile.
“Actually,” Bree starts, but her voice catches. Even through Zoom, I can see the corners of her eyes turn pink. She’s about to cry. “That’s why I needed to talk to you.”
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