Wordle by Wordle: Day 45
Wednesday, Feb 14, 2024
Wordle #970 - TALON
“Lola, drop it!” I yell as I pursue her, taking the steps two at a time.
When I reach the second floor, I see that Lola has, in fact, dropped it. She’s in the middle of Bree’s office, bowed forward with her nose to the cookie, tail wagging in the air and ready to play. I grab the toxic treat before she can run off with it again.
“Is she alright?!” Bree screeches from the stairs, not far behind me.
“Yes, she’s fine,” I say, relieved, but I glare at Lola. That manic Maltipoo looks rather proud of herself, her pink tongue lolling from her mouth like she’s laughing at me. “She didn’t eat any of it.”
“Oh, thank god!”
Bree snatches the offending cookie out of my hand as soon as she reaches me, squeezing it in her talons like she intends to crush it. Like this is somehow the cookie’s fault.
With a huff, she shoulders past me, stomps on the foot pedal of the trash can beside her desk, and pitches the cookie like she’s Randy Johnson. Bree then scoops up Lola with one arm and hooks the other in mine, turning us toward the stairs.
I’m about to go with her, but something catches my eye. Something along the floor at the edge of Bree’s open office.
“What’s that?” I wonder aloud.
“What’s what?” Bree sees where I’m looking. “Oh! It’s nothing. Come on, let’s—"
I slip from her grasp and take a step closer.
The flooring’s been removed, all the way down the hall toward the guest bath.
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