Wordle by Wordle: Day 44
Tuesday, Feb 13, 2024
Wordle #969 - SCRAM
After all, Bree doesn’t just have a sweet tooth, she has several. Big, wisdom-tooth-sized sweet teeth. That’s right, I convince myself, the cookies won’t go to waste.
As if on cue, Bree pops open the Tupperware containing the treats. I mentally pat myself on the back—See? I do have some deduction skills.
“These look good,” Bree remarks, almost suspiciously, like she can’t believe I actually made them. She examines a large nugget of chocolatey cookie pinioned between her thumb and forefinger.
“Yeah, I saw the recipe all over Instagram,” I say, but I’m distracted. Lola keeps jumping at my legs like there are dog treats hidden somewhere in the folds of my skirt. Her nail catches on a thread and I wish—not for the first time—that I could tell someone else’s pet to scram.
I settle for nudging her away with my foot instead. She trots over to Bree to resume her jumping routine. A particularly incessant lunge catches Bree off guard, and she drops the cookie to the floor.
“No! Lola, don’t!” Bree scolds, but it’s too late. Lola snatches up the cookie and gallops out of the kitchen faster than a greyhound.
Bree scrambles to catch Lola but only manages to trip over her own feet and fall onto the kitchen floor. Hard. But when I make to help her up, she waves me away frantically. “No, stop Lola! She can’t have chocolate!”
And I can’t have my best friend’s husband and dog die on her in the same week. Especially not if I’m the one responsible for the killer cookie.
I sprint after Lola only to see her furry white rump disappearing up the stairs.
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