Wordle #979 - APART
Chapter 7.
This is why I should stick to online investigations, I think as I adjust the blonde wig that’s straining to keep my mop of Raggedy Ann hair contained. I really suck at disguises.
The wig is tight, and itchy, and does absolutely nothing for my complexion. At least, I don’t think it does. I could hardly see myself in the bathroom mirror at the coffee shop down the street where I’d changed into my disguise, swapping out my glasses for a pair of ancient contact lenses.
Satisfied that my wig probably won’t pop off like a champagne cork, I walk into Cover to Cover—the bookstore where Bree works.
A bell dings merrily on the door, and rows upon rows of cramped but neatly organized bookshelves blur into one big cheerful rainbow. That musty-yet-mouthwatering book smell fills the tight space, battling for dominance over the gift shop’s perfumed candles and incense.
Apart from myself, there are only two other people in the store. And the resident cat, Bree’s archnemesis, who licks himself without reservation in the middle of the children’s reading corner.
“Welcome in!” A woman wearing a Cover to Cover t-shirt calls out to me. “Can I help you find something?”
“Oh, um, hello.” I’m suddenly nervous. It’s been a while since I’ve posed as someone else in person, and never as someone I actually know. “I’m Bree’s sister.”
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