Re: Call: Amy M/Si M
[He waits. He's not in a hurry. He's smoking a new cigarette.] You don't need to make things better. Not with Mars, not with Jamie. Not with me. Not with David. [He rubs between his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose and letting the cigarette burn between his fingers.] You're not wrong. But, I'm not Molly. Even if I'm here, I can't be the glue the way she was. I'm trying. But, I can't explain Jamie anymore than you can. Or David. I wish I could, for you.