Wordle by Wordle: Day 52
Wednesday, Feb 21, 2024
Wordle #977 - BUILD
“What?” Bree blinks.
“You only texted Roy once, the whole time he was missing?”
“I called him, like, a lot. I told you that, remember?” Bree says with a forced smile, like she’s explaining to her grandma how to use Spotify for the umpteenth time.
She was smart not to hand over her phone to me. I’d be checking her call history right now, and I’d bet dollars to donuts there were none to Roy.
“Oh, you said you needed help with ‘Find My Phone,’ right?” I say as if I’m just now remembering. “I could show you how to locate Roy’s phone.”
I hold out my hand, but Bree clutches her phone to her chest protectively, like I might try to snatch it away from her.
“What does it matter now? We found Roy, he’s dead.” Bree says viciously.
“But his phone is still missing. If we can find where it is—"
“Stop! Just stop it, Cece! I tried to tell you yesterday that I don’t need your ‘help’ with this anymore,” Bree explodes. I watch as her temper and impatience build upon each other like angry little LEGOs. “I tried to be nice about it but—but you’re not being very nice at all!”
Bree quite literally marches me toward the front door, her fingers digging into the flesh above my elbow. Lola scurries out of the way of Bree’s be-Ugged feet just in time.
“Ow! Bree, wait a second—” I manage to grab my purse off the console table before Bree harries me out onto the porch.
“You’re not respecting my boundaries, Cecilia,” Bree says, her face flushed with emotion—maybe even a touch of excitement. “I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
As if that weren’t already obvious. Before I can even think of how to respond, Bree closes the door in my face.
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