Re: Call: Sam/Cris
[That gives him pause. There's a clatter of plastic and he swears, grunts, then sighs.] You didn't, mami. I know. You got it wrong. I told her we were done, her and me. Over. Because we are—we have been. She asks if there's someone else. Sí, I say. She says she still won't sign. [Another sigh.] I'll get the different papers. Lo resolveré. [Mostly to himself as he continues whatever he's doing on the other end of the line.] She's not gonna hold me hostage in my own marriage.