MATEO
I knock at Elliot's door and walk in when he asks me to.
"Mateo, my friend," he says, rotating his chair to face me, "How are you coping with parenting?"
"That s**t is hard Elliot but I'm trying," I say, taking the seat opposite from him. I find it unnecessary, hiding my emotions from Elliot because he has seen me at my lowest and weakest .
"I know it's hard," he says, "My wife told me about how you lost it the other day and yelled at poor Lee."
I sigh, "I shouldn't have done that."
Elliot bursts into laughter, "It reminded me of the days when my wife and I just had Naomi. I'd yell my lungs out just to soothe her and my wife hated it."
"What the hell?" I laugh.
"Kids can be trouble, Mateo. In case you need some advice, don't have another," Elliot says and I frown at that.
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