“Won’t you give your grandma a call?” She reminded him as she noticed he really didn’t try to let his grandma know about his recovery. “I am sure she is worried but reluctant to call you, thinking you’re still upset with her.”
“I am sure she knows anything about my update even if I don’t tell her myself, so why bother?” He gave her an insouciant shrug.
“I still think you should call her. It will give her peace to know you’re not mad at her and that you are doing well,” looking all serene as if she were a grandma herself, she urged him.
It was only around six to seven in the evening and most people’s time for dinner. His grandma might be having her meal as they speak.
“She might be having her meal now.” He tried to avoid her suggestion.
“She might not even be able to eat worrying abou
