Wordle by Wordle: Day 86
Tuesday, March 26, 2024
Wordle #1011 - MAYOR
“Yeah… I just can’t believe he’s really gone, you know?” Bree says sullenly. She ducks her eyes, which do look a bit misty, and I’m almost convinced of her grief. “I called out to Roy this morning to help me find my car keys. He always knew where they were…”
I nod and try to mold my expression into something approaching sympathy. I have to hand it to her—she is putting on a good performance. I suppose she could be genuinely sad about Roy’s death, even if she is the one who murdered him…
“And I keep getting so many phone calls! Reporters, Roy’s colleagues, distant relatives, old friends I haven’t heard from in ages. It’s too much.” Bree humphs. “Even the mayor called to offer her condolences, can you believe it? Apparently, Roy gave a bunch of charitable donations to the city. Who knew he was such a philanderer?”
“Philanthropist?”
“Yeah, that.” Bree sighs yet again and shakes out her arms like she’s trying to shake off any bad feelings. “Anyway…”
She roots around in her leather duffle bag for several seconds before surfacing with a couple of canned drinks, sweaty with condensation.
“For you.” Bree smiles, proudly extending a can of Mango La Croix to me. My favorite.
“T-thanks,” I say, surprised and a little touched. “You remembered.”
“Well, of course I did!” Bree says with mock offense. She pops open her canned rosé and it fizzles out the top with a sparkling psssh. “We’re best friends, aren’t we?”
She’s probably being rhetorical but I take a gulp of the La Croix anyway to avoid answering.
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