Re: Call: Seven/Marta
[He snorts at that, but somehow manages to make it sound tender, rather than derisive.] Honey, you could squeeze out ten kiddos and still have assholes lining up around the block to look at you. [A beat, while he juggles the grocery bags around to get the keys out of his pocket.] Just, y'know, you don't have to go back to work right away. It's not like money's an issue.