Re: Call: Sam M/Cris M
Fifteen years! [To Joey.] ¡Quince años! [He smiles at the baby, then sighs a lil, thinking. He's leaning back against that lil bed, so he rests his head back.] Yeah, I dunno. I hope not. That's legitimately creepy, mami. He does this thing too, where he kinda silently pines, but it ain't all that silent, but he don't say nothin', but you get the feelin' that, if the other party did anything, he'd jump on it. Misha's young too, huh? I know I'm the last guy that should say anything about it, considerin', pero, no sé. He needs some other friends, I think. [When Joey yells, Cris laughs, then tells her to pipe down. At Sam's comment, and the driver's laugh, he just shakes his head.] Uh huh. Even your driver knows that's a good joke, huh? [He rubs his chin.] You gonna tell him 'bout the addiction, or just say keep an eye on him? I just wanna know if we're tellin' two people. I dunno that him goin' over regular to Lou's is a good thing. Do you? [A smile.] I'm happy to help. You're doin' real good, you know that?