Billy opened the door a sliver, but stood in the doorway, blocking Xavier’s view of the guy.
August, was it?
“Hey, hi,” Billy said in a friendly tone.
Man, Billy was so terrible at being prompt or rude.
“We’re, uh, well, we’re…busy right now.”
“Oh, la, la. I see that.” Still out of Xavier’s view, August laughed. “But I have to insist. Byron told me you two are leaving for Mexico tomorrow, and I thought maybe I could help set you on the right path. You know, being that I’m part Mexican and have been down there ten times or more.”
That got Xavier’s attention.
“Billy,” he said, not too loudly.
Still keeping the door almost closed, Billy glanced back at him. “Yeah?”
Xavier threw his black shirt on and quickly pulled the blanket over the mattress. He grabbed the dirty clothes and stuff
