To Summer
This day is the worst
Little chance of getting her to reply, as I’m sure phones are also banned on the female side of the spa, but what can I say? I’m an optimist by nature.
Half an hour later, while I lie in a chaise sipping my third herbal tea of the day, a soft vibration shakes my pocket. I check the screen and see with a jolt of pleasure that it’s a text from Summer.
From Summer
Why? Did your massage suck or something?
Leaning on my side to shelter the phone from view with my back, I compose a quick reply.
To Summer
No, I was talking about food. I had to eat those stupid raisins at breakfast and now all they’re giving me to drink is herbal tea
From Summer
Herbal tea is actually good for you. But I get why you’re not a fan of raisins
To Summer
They’re the worst invention ever made
Why would someone in their right mind take nice grapes and turn them into shriveled-down dead droppings set free into the world to ruin all the best foods?
Summer sends me an emoji of a crying and laughing cat.
From Summer
I hate them only when I grab a cookie thinking it’s chocolate chips and find raisins instead
To Summer
Oh, that’s the worst
How’s the spa day going?
From Summer
I snuck into the locker room
I already had my massage and if I stayed in a Jacuzzi any longer I’d be sprouting gills
To Summer
Can you get away unnoticed?
From Summer
Why? Can you?
To Summer
Say the word and I’m outta here
I delete the answer and re-type it three times. I stare at it, letting my thumb hang over the send button. Am I making a mistake here?