Wordle by Wordle: Day 63
Sunday, March 3, 2024
Wordle #988 - STATE
“Does this guy ring any bells for you, Karen? Have you seen him before?”
“No, I don’t think so.” Karen frowns in thought.
I get the feeling that I’ve wrung all the useful information I can out of these two gossip sponges. Best to leave before they start asking questions about why I’m asking questions.
“Well, thanks for helping me out, with the charger and everything,” I say, already inching my way toward the door. “But I’d better get back to Bree now.”
“Of course, don’t let us keep you! And please give my condolences to Bree, okay?” Karen says.
Before I can escape, she squeezes me into a bear hug, knocking my wig even further askew. I hurriedly yank it back toward my hairline. By touch alone, I can tell that the wig is in a bit of a state, more tangled up than the cords behind my computer desk, so I try to slip away before it blows my cover.
Not that my disguise will fool them forever. Once Bree comes back to work—if she comes back to work—I’m sure Karen will mention that “Olive” stopped by, and they’ll eventually figure out I wasn’t who I said I was.
But that’s a problem for Future Cecilia. Just like that bag of old broccoli in the crisper.
Actually, it might not be a problem at all. No matter how this all shakes out, I doubt that Bree and I will still be friends by the end of it. So she can be as mad at me as she pleases for nosing around her bookshop.
Besides, I got what I came here for.
I say goodbye as I walk out the door of Cover to Cover and back on the trail.
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