Margaret: fidgeting He... the boy at Albertson's. He's... my son.
surprised Holy shit, are you serious? Why didn't you tell me before?
leans in closer, whispering Couldn't. It wasn't safe. But now, with him...I can't keep it a secret any longer.
pauses, looking around cautiously His name is David. David Alvarez.
leans back, crossing her arms He's six. Six going on seven. He's growing up without a father figure, and I couldn't bear that anymore.
narrows her eyes, tapping her fingers impatiently I need your help.
leans even closer, speaking in hushed tones I need you to find someone. Someone from my past. Someone who can help us.
straightens up, urgency in her voice No time to waste, Julian. I need you to track down an old acquaintance of mine, someone who can provide support.
alright. do you know where to find him?
quickly rummages through her bag, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper Here, this is where he last resided.
looks at the address This is gonna be hard, Marge. Need more info than that.
rolls her eyes Of course, you'll need more information, Julian. You always did like having all the details.
chuckles Some things never change, huh?
sighs, exasperated Fine. Let's start with this: he's a middle-aged man, disheveled appearance, possibly wearing a worn-out suit and tie.
smirks Middle-aged, huh? Well, that narrows it down. Got any other hobbies besides smoking?
raises an eyebrow Besides smoking? No, Julian. He doesn't have any other hobbies. But what he lacks in other hobbies, he makes up for in his collection of antique dolls.