Really, Bey? That social worker could literally walk in here any minute and deem me an unfit parent because I’m running a pool hall. What’s the prob? The second anyone rings that doorbell, I toss a tablecloth over it, and boom. Dining room table. And you? Didn’t think to call me? I’m sorry. I thought I was just supposed to babysit Rafa. Since when do we need your permission to have our friends over? Since your brother was in the hospital. Who knows what kind of germs those kids are exposing him to? Right here, in his own home. Look, man. I get it. You’re afraid. Something bad can happen ’cause something bad already has happened.