Angelo, Peaches, and I lounge back on the hillside, our bodies baked and leaden from exhaustion. No one says a word. Everyone else is the same. The Cuban Crew are sprawled out in silence. Only Alvaro is sitting up. He stares off toward the trailer, running his fingers through his perfect long hair while he watches the other group hammer the new deck together.
A few yards above him, Molloy, Trent, and Jerry are stretched out on the grass with their hands behind their heads. I notice Robbie lazing alongside them with his eyes shut, clearly in need of rest despite not lifting a finger to help. I guess he learned that from his Daddy.
Several blissful minutes pass until the sound of Ms. Tammy’s squawky voice has us moving again. Alvaro is first to lurch to his feet, but he’s puffed out like h
