A pretty young woman with brown hair in a two-tone, orange, strapless sundress, squatting, cell phone in ear: Adam I can’t believe I am hearing this. Are you kidding me? Adam. Adam! You have a child, Adam. You don’t want to take care of him, is that it? You don’t have to do a thing. Your sister is going to bring him to Clifton Park. It’s your child. This isn’t about you anymore. I can’t believe I am hearing this. I can’t fucking believe I am hearing this. You’re a piece of shit, Adam, and I’m done with you.