Re: Phonecall: russ & marina
So fucking tell him. You want my permission? You're not fucking getting it, Russ. Telling him you're his father means telling him why you weren't ever around. I keep telling you that it will fuck him up. But your selfish bullshit is more important than that, what YOU want has always been more fucking important than him or me, so whatever, Russ.
[Flippant as hell. She pulls the phone receiver away from her mouth and shouts down the hall.] Nathan! Russ is on the phone, wants to talk, bebe!
[Then she drops the phone, it clatters on the counter top like MC Hormones dropping the mic on her way off stage. A minute later, the phone rustles, and the sound of Nathan's chewing and cheese-smacking can be heard.]
Hi, Russ. [Marina took a step back and watched with the regal cool of an empress who'd just tossed a man into the lion's den.]