Wordle #1010 - SALLY
“Bree! You scared me,” I admonish her but still stand up to give her a tepid hug, because she expects one.
“Oh, sorry,” Bree says around a giggle, not sounding very sorry at all. “Thanks for coming out to meet me. I— Lola, stop it!”
Lola is tugging at the end of her leash, whining. She raises up on her hind legs and lunges against her little pink harness, eager to sally forth into the dog park.
With a half-hearted tsk, Bree unclips Lola’s lead, and the pup sprints across the lawn like a fluffy white comet. A golden retriever gives chase, which inspires Lola to run even faster.
Bree watches her go and shakes her head, smiling indulgently.
“You should really think about getting a dog, Cece. They’re the best,” Bree says matter-of-factly, not seeming to care that I already have two cats and a very small apartment. She apparently doesn’t care to hear my response either, skipping between topics like songs on a playlist. “Oh, here, I brought this.”
She pulls a rolled-up wool throw out of her Saint Laurent duffle bag—called it—and hands one end to me. After we spread out the blanket on the grass, Bree settles in with a long sigh. She sighs again when I don’t say anything right away.
“So, you said that today’s been pretty rough for you?” I tee up Bree for what will no doubt be a five-minute rant.
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