Noria put her hands on Chelsea’s shoulders. “Chels, babe, look at me—what am I always telling you?” “Um…don’t be out here fuckin’ for free?” “No, not that.” “If he doesn’t act right, fuck his dad?” “No.” “If his dad won’t go for it, try his mum?” “Chels, no—” “Well, hon, you say a lot of stuff, okay?” Chelsea said, “I can’t always keep everything straight.”
