T: One, two, three, four…
S: You can’t count them, Lis. There’s too many.
T: *sighs* I know. Let me live, okay?
S: What’s wrong?
T: Well I…okay, I’m a little worried about this whole situation with my parents. Lately it’s gotten worse…I mean, maybe I just don’t remember what it was like before because I was too small, but…I think my father’s political disappointment is rubbing off on everything else he does. I guess I was just hoping that at some point they would accept the world is changing and that their daughter is too and…maybe let me live a little. I don’t ever wanna stop being friends with you, but if I ever get caught…it’s not gonna look good.
S: Maybe we should just take things as they come? One step at a time.
T: Easier said than done, but let’s do that.