Re: Call: Sam/Russ
[An inhale, a hitch of weight. The opening of the door: a catch of sound, the shriek of metal, music, voices. Russ covers the phone with the palm of his hand, bitches out his coworker - the rise and fall of voices]
I know she's pissed about bailing from before. And I know she has shit with her own dad. But I can't do a fucking thing about before, it's the way it is. And the kid's doing OK. He was sick and he's a great fucking kid. But I ain't gonna explain to him six months from now why the fuck I didn't tell him. So I'm gonna see him this weekend.