Wordle by Wordle: Day 43
Monday, Feb 12, 2024
Wordle #968 - PASTA
You wouldn’t know by walking through their house that someone had just died. Roy’s jacket still hangs on the coat rack, ready to be picked up and worn. Lola wags her tail, nestled in Bree’s arms. There’s even sun shining merrily through the bay windows, no sign of Karl.
The normalcy of it all weirds me out. Everything should be flipped upside down and turned inside out, shouldn’t it? That’s how I feel, anyway.
When we reach the kitchen, Bree pats the countertop and I gratefully plop down the straining tote bag.
“It’s nothing fancy, but I tried my best. Here’s some pasta salad, three-bean chili…”
I keep pulling out dishes like Mary Poppins, so many that I surprise even myself. I guess I’d lost track of the menu when juggling every burner, broiler, and baking dish I own. Not to mention every last pot—from Crock to Instant. Maybe I am a good friend, sometimes. Or maybe I went a little overboard.
“…tuna noodle casserole, rice pilaf, aaand some kind of no-bake cookie thing.” I let out a relieved whew, dusting off my hands.
“Wow, Cece! That’s… a lot.” Bree finally sets down Lola to open the fridge and start piling the dishes inside. “Thanks for doing all that.”
I can’t help but notice that her refrigerator is already well stocked: Labeled plastic clamshells filled with bright greens and veggies, cheeses, a tub of what looks like hummus.
I also can’t help but notice how Bree scrunches up her nose at the tuna casserole—blink and you’d miss it—and slides the dish into the bottom freezer. She kicks it closed with her foot.
Okay, yeah, so I definitely went overboard. Maybe she’ll eat the cookies at least.
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Oh, that's good to know for future installments!
Karl?