Benecio
I was gonna be calm. I was gonna walk in, state my case, and walk out with a yes.
That was the plan.
I pushed open the livin' room door and stopped dead.
Pai was standin' next to the couch. Long curly black hair tied back, a few pieces fallin' loose around his face. His black t-shirt was pulled down just enough that I could see the tattoos crawlin' up his neck. He had that look. The 'Benedito Pereira I run this ranch and don't test me' look. Except right now he looked exhausted and stressed.
Pa was on the couch. Straw cowboy hat tipped back, denim shirt, boots on even though he was bleedin'. He had an ice pack pressed to his nose and a stack of paper towels in his other hand. Soaked red. And he was grinnin' like this was funny.
I blinked. "What happened?"
Pai didn't even look at me. He was too busy dabbin' at Pa's face like Pa was a toddler.
