There was a split-second pause before she gasped, “How can you say something so mean? I hate you and I never want to speak to you again!” and then she hung up on me.
Angrily I pressed the… heck I don’t even know what you call that thing on them old style phones. It isn’t actually an ‘OFF BUTTON’ is it? What do they call it? Well, anyway, I pressed it to end the call. With my thumb, still firmly holding that button thing down, I sat there alone in the dark pantry. One, two, three seconds past, before I felt it coming up, like a flood that started somewhere in my middle and quickly began to rise, filling my chest, my throat, and my head and all of a sudden, I was drowning in my own tears and snot.