Re: Call: Sam/Cris
Yeah? You going to come take it away from me? [Exhale.] ¡Para! Stop blaming yourself for shit, yeah? Me getting sick is going to happen, and I have a meeting tomorrow. I go three times a week. One isn't going to fuck me up, not when I can't even get out of bed, yeah? [She listens, bedsprings as she lies back down and ashes the smoke.] You know they're whispering about you at that laundromat, yeah? [A quiet laugh, raspy.] I tired you out too, huh?