Wordle by Wordle: Day 94
Wednesday, April 3, 2024
Wordle #1019 – PLAIT
Her admission strikes us both silent, open-mouthed.
I had utterly convinced myself that Bree had killed Roy. I had expected, even hoped for, her to confess. But now that she has, I don’t feel the least bit triumphant, or even vindicated. Definitely not happy. More like a dog that has finally caught its tail—a bit shocked and a lot unsure of what to do next.
“Oh my god…” We both say in unison. Me, still in disbelief. Bree, with a tone of despair.
Lola finally comes trotting over, panting happily, oblivious to her owner’s predicament. As she saunters by me on her way to Bree, I grab her plaited pink harness and scoop her up. To stop her from bolting again. Not to hold her hostage, exactly, but kind of… Bree won’t run from me without her precious pooch, after all.
“Can we talk about this somewhere else?” Bree snuffles. She looks nervously between the people near us, though no one seems to be paying us any mind, and then to Lola in my arms. Her bottom lip quivers, more tears glossing her eyes. “Please.”
“You drove, right? Let’s go to your car,” I say with a gentleness that surprises me. I almost feel sorry that I’ve exposed her like this. Almost.
Bree merely nods, defeated, and trudges down the grassy hillside toward the street.
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