That can’t be right. Perri didn’t say anything about telling MacKenzie about this little break. That’d be something she’d definitely mention. I pick up my phone and text my sister.
Me: Hey. You there?
Perri: Yes. How may I help you?
Me: Question.
Perri: …
Me: Was I supposed to tell MacKenzie I was taking a break or was I just supposed to take a break?
Perri: …
Perri: You didn’t tell her?
Me: Uh, no. You didn’t tell me to tell her.
Perri: Jesus, dude. You’re a numb-nuts.
Me: So, I should have told her?
Perri: YOU ARE AN IDIOT. OF COURSE YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD HER.
All caps? Seriously?
Me: You don’t have to yell.
Perri: You are undoubtedly the most stupid man I’ve ever known.
Me: What am I going to do now?’
Perri: You want to see her? For reelz?
For reelz?My sister has a PhD in Chemistry.For reelz?Who’s the idiot here?
Me: Yeah. I’ve missed her like crazy. I can barely get off my couch. I’ve eaten my weight in ice cream. I’m puffy again.
Perri: LMAO.
Perri: …
Perri: Oh, man. That was hilarious. I nearly peed myself.
Me: Well?
Perri: If you want her back, you’re gonna have to grovel. Gifts. Nice dates. And you’re going to need to explain the whole thing to her. Did I mention there will have to be groveling?
Shit. I hate talking about stuff like that. But if I have to do all this to convince her I really want her, I will.
Me: I can certainly grovel, buy gifts, and take her out.
I’ll have to work on the rest.
Perri: Then get on with it.
I’m gettingon with it. Instead of calling, I decided to text. Baby steps. Besides, I don’t want to hear her voice. What if she’s mad, or sad? Or worse, just plain indifferent. That last one would be the worst. As soon as I’ve finished texting Perri, I start a new message thread.
Me: Hey, MacKenzie. Is the door installed to your satisfaction?
