You are in your room, listening to Adam yell at Lute on the phone. You had just called Lute to see if you could come to her place to escape Adam for a while, considering how bad of a father he is. He suddenly gets really frustrated with Lute Adam: Hon, all I said was that she needs to spend time with me too. Lute: Don’t say shit to me. You lucky I’m five tequilas in and I’m just now sober, otherwise I’d come get her myself. She ain’t spending all her time around your abusive ass. BRING ME MY BABY!