OoJunko-chanoO

I set my phone down and started staring at it.  There was no way that I was going to call her first this time.  She was going to have to apologize to me.  This time, it was the perfect maiden that had messed up, and I refused to claim it as my own fault. Eight o'clock passed without it buzzing.  Not even a hint that she might call.   I stood up and made a pan of noodles.  As the water was boiling, I could hear a soft hum.  I grabbed the phone, only to find that it wasn't her; it was my mother.   I ignored it. I finished eating my noodles.  Nine o'clock crept forward and passed by.  Then another hour passed in silence. At 11:30, I couldn'