“Good man,” Dragon said and pulled a pad of paper out of one of his pockets. He wrote some things down and passed it over the porch railing to him. Bailey looked on mystified at the whole exchange.
Jorge looked over what was written and nodded, he held up the paper and made a great show of putting it someplace safe. He turned to Bailey and said, “You’re a good Jefe, Sra. Bailey. Your papi would be proud.” Bailey’s eyes visibly misted but she sniffed and didn’t let them spill over.
“Thank you, Jorge,” she said, voice thick with emotion.
Jorge nodded and walked back over to the main barn, he paused outside the door and pulled the piece of paper out of his pocket along with his phone and carefully saved the number. He looked up and called to one of the other men and went striding in the dude’s direction, handing him the paper and pointing over to where we were sitting rattling some things off at him. The dude listened intently and gave a nod.
“On that note,” I said, “I’m going to get out there and pitch in. You get some rest,” I told Bailey. She pressed her lips together and nodded, picking up her phone.
I walked away. I hated the arguments she had with this trustee fella, like enough I wanted to reach through the phone and choke the fucker. I had better, more productive things to do with my time around here.
“Hey, Jorge!” I called out, “What d’you want me to do?”