“Woman, I don't care where they use the guns from me. Don't say some shits about it.”
“What about the lives that die from the bullets of your guns, El? What if there are old people, children, or maybe even pregnant women who die because of the bullets from those guns?”
He sighed heavily. I can't tell if he feels guilty or if he's mad at me again because I say so much.
“I thought you were tired. Why are you talking so much?”
“El—”
“Valerie, if you're tired, can you rest and not say more? I'm tired too, Valerie. And you're making me even more tired!”
“I pity the innocents who suffer, El!”
“You and my child will be worse off if I don't do this, Valerie. Can you think of my child before you think of others? This is for his future. For the future of my family! And this is for my own sake
