[Sigh.] Long story. Talk before saw you when ran away. She gave...long, long lecture. [Her voice gets a little higher] 'Want you both to be safe. More to life than fighting.' [It drops back to her normal tone.] Okay? So let her go on. Agreed to listen to her advice. Came back other day with thank you gift cause she helped find me a job. [A beat.] That's part of good news -- have a job. Anyway. Offer help her while she's got baby. Goes on again about young and reckless. Me and you should become doctors and move suburbs to Cipher. [A laugh.]
So, I try to talk back. She don't like that at all. Likes hearing self talk about what I should do. When I explain my side, suddenly 'm bad and careless.