Sam: [angry--writing something on a post-it]
Me: "Whatcha writing there?"
Sam: "You're the one who can spell. You tell me."
Me: "It looks like you're trying to write 'I'm leaving.' Are you leaving?"
Sam: "Yes. I am DONE with this place."
Me: "Why? You angry?"
Sam: "I'm VERY angry."
Sam: "Lily won't stop screaming! She screams and screams all the time! She screams for no reason! I just can't TAKE it anymore!"
Me: "Ah, yes. I know how you feel. But where are you going to move?"
Sam: "Into my own apartment."
Me: "Your own apartment?"
Sam: "I've already set it up."
Me: "And where is this apartment?"
Sam: "In your car. I took a towel and I made myself a bed so I can sleep. It's very nice there. Quiet."
Me: "What will you do if you need to use the restroom? Or eat?"
Sam: [shrugs and glares at me] "Stop making this difficult."