Wordle #971 - ASCOT
“Your floor’s ripped up,” I say. Yes, brilliant observation, Holmes.
“Oh, yes. We’re—I’m remodeling.” Bree shifts Lola to her other hip, still trying to edge her way downstairs. “I told you, remember?”
“You said you were redoing the tile in the guest bathroom.”
“Yes, and the floors,” Bree insists. She plucks at the pink ascot scarf tied tightly around her neck and swallows hard.
She’s nervous. There’s something more to her reaction than wanting to play the perfect hostess who presents the perfect home. Like when she had gotten her panties in a bunch over the cleaning product odor that had assaulted my nose… right here.
“So, you took out the floor sometime after I left the night before last and…” I do some quick calculus in my head. “Before yesterday morning, when Roy’s body was found?”
“Well, I was just so anxious about Roy being missing, I couldn’t sleep. I had to do something to keep myself busy, you know?” Her words spill out faster than ketchup smacked out of an overturned bottle. “So I decided, why not start on the floors?”
The thought of Bree tackling such a huge, messy, manicure-ruining DIY project is laughable, but I’m not laughing.
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