14. Frier and Mirage
Ragna
When morning came, I know what comes next. Mirage is an early riser, so I know she’s awake when I make the phone call. I feel myself dreading this conversation not because I don’t like talking to my cousin, but because she’s the mothering type and she would always worry.
She picks up the call in two rings.
Two. Rings.
Who does that in this day and age?
“Ragna?” She asks filled with hope and rainbows and sunshine.
I pout. “Hey, can I borrow a car?”
There is a silence on the other line before I could finally hear someone breathing at least. “IS that all you have to say?”
Instead of rolling my eyes I smirk. “Please?”
“Ragna…”
I sigh. “I’m okay and healthy. I am going to eat breakfast as soon as I decide what to make and I would try to visit soon.”
“Your
