Wordle #984 - DEVIL
“Is there anything else you can tell me about that day? Was Bree acting strangely? Besides the whole thing with the text, of course.”
Not exactly the kind of question the sister of a grieving widow asks when on a mission to retrieve a forgotten charger. But I’ve managed to string Karen along with the sister schtick so far…
“Well, Bree did come in pretty late for her shift—”
No surprise there.
“Even later than usual, I’d say. But no, nothing else strange.”
“What about that man she was arguing with?” Eugene interjects, no longer even pretending to mind his own business.
“What man?” Karen and I say together like we’ve rehearsed it. I turn my head so sharply toward Eugene that the wig’s middle part shifts into a side part. Like a true Millennial.
“I saw Bree meet a man outside the shop. She didn’t seem too happy about him being here, they were yelling at each other,” Eugene says with a devilish gleam in his eye, unabashedly enjoying the attention.
“I didn’t see that!” Karen says, somewhere between disappointed and apologetic, as though she’s somehow let me down. “I must have been in the back.”
“Was it Roy?” I ask Eugene impatiently.
“I dunno.” Eugene shrugs. “Never met the guy.”
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