Wordle by Wordle: Day 92
Monday, April 1, 2024
Wordle #1017 – FROND
“And I didn’t realize you could be such a bitch,” Bree retorts, color rising to her cheeks.
I notice that, like Austin, she hasn’t actually denied anything yet. I’ve already gone over the broad strokes of her crime, but maybe if I fill in the finer details, if I keep pressing…
“You deleted the files on your doorbell cam so that no one would see that Roy hadn’t left your home since October nineteenth, that he’d died there. Obviously, you couldn’t have video evidence of you and Austin dragging out his body, either, so you— What, leaving so soon?”
Bree starts to shove her things back into her duffle bag in a frenzy. She accidentally tips over the can of rosé but ignores the mess burbling out of its open mouth onto the blanket. When a particularly strong breeze rattles through the nearby palm fronds and carries off her extra dog poop bags, she ignores that too, intent on getting away from me.
“I don’t have to sit here and listen to this… this bullshit!” Bree hisses. She zips up her bag with one vicious yank and springs to her feet, looking down her nose at me. “I always knew you were jealous of me and Roy, but I didn’t think you’d stoop to this.”
“Jealous? Why would I be jealous of— Hey!”
Bree tugs at her side of the blanket, so decisively that she actually manages to yank it out from under my seat, like I’m no more than a plate and saucer in that old tablecloth trick. She wads up the blanket under her arm and turns away from me.
“Lola! Lola, come here!”
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