Re: Call: Sam A/Cris M
[That actually makes him laugh, a surprised, low sound that tapers into a snort. Curdled milk. The teasing is evident in his exaggerated hum of appreciation.] Ay, mami, don't get me goin' over here. [Sobering.] I get that.—What if you need him? [Curling onto his side, the phone sliding on sheets.] Yeah, mami. Listen, I—You're somewhere safe? You got money? Stuff you need?