Wordle #975 - PRICE
Bree thinks it over, distractedly petting Lola a tad too hard, pulling back the poor dog’s scalp with each stroke like she’s giving her a facelift. Several seconds tick by, and I begin to worry that my ploy hasn’t worked.
Well, if I need to beg to get a look at the text, I guess that’s the price I have to pay.
Luckily, right before I truly embarrass myself, Bree decides she can’t deny my request.
“Okay, you can see it,” Bree grumbles. She sets Lola down on the floor and fishes her phone out of her back pocket.
She takes her sweet time pulling up the text—unlocking the phone, tapping out a quick message, swiping away some notifications, doing who knows what else.
Jeez, is she clearing her browser history or something?
When Bree finally deems her phone ready for my eyes, she doesn’t hand me the device but turns its screen ever so slightly toward me. I grab onto one corner for a better angle, ignoring the indignant noise Bree makes.
Roy’s text to Bree reads:
Im not coming home tonight
Just that. No apostrophe, no punctuation at all. A missing period hasn’t jolted me this much since that drunken one-night stand in college.
I know for sure now: Roy didn’t write this text.
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