REGRETS ~

It was Thursday, and I went to check up on my grandma Kris to know how she is keeping up. I still haven’t heard from Devin since letting the dreaded three-word salute fly on Sunday. I checked my cell phone again. Nothing.

I had started to text him more times than I could count. I had pulled him up in my contacts to call him numerous times, as well. Each time I chickened out, wondering why he hadn’t contacted me.

I pulled my phone out again, and then I put it back in my pocket with a sigh. “Oh for God’s sake,” Kris shook her head, “just text him.”

I had been around Kris so much that I barely noticed anymore how she butchered idioms. She looked like she was completely exasperated with me. “Give me the phone,” she glowered, holding out her hand.

I tried ignoring her, but she shook her hand, indicating she meant business. I tentatively moved it towards her. She snatched it up and quickly typed a message. “There, let the chocolate chips fall where they may,” she said handing the phone back