It was a cold walk to the New Barn in the dark. The sun should rise in roughly thirty minutes; I needed to get my hands dirty and work on restoring the Farmall. I wasn't in the best of moods.
Still being upset with Angel, I wasn't able to sleep, and working on the Farmall was my distraction. Until...
Around 7:15, Angel strutted into the New Barn, shouting, "Hey Dean! Where are you?"
"Over here!" I replied.
"Hey. What's up? Is the coffee hot in the office? I haven't had a cup yet," Angel said.
I answered, "Hand me that crescent wrench and hold this starter while I break the bolts loose."
I knew the starter was greasy, oily, and dirty, and it would upset Angel to touch it, and that made me smile inside.
"Now?" Angel asked. "I don't have any gloves on..."
Interrupting him, I shouted, "Yes, now! Fuck! Do you see me working? I need to get this bitch off!"
Reluctantly, Angel handed me the wrench and took hold of the starter while I started removing the bolts, not saying a word.
After we were finished and I removed the old starter, I walked over to the handwashing sink and washed my hands, knowing they wouldn't come totally clean.
Angel followed behind me, doing the same.
Then I walked into the office, poured myself a cup of coffee, added Baileys, and sat behind my desk.
Walking into the room to pour his own cup, Angel asked, "Are you mad at me?"
I responded with, "Because I had you get your fingers dirty? You barely used the palms of your hands. You are a pussy boy."
Angel and I stared at each other for a few minutes before he asked, "Please tell me what I did wrong."
I asked, "Why didn't you take Jacob to Oklahoma with you? Who the fuck are you seeing, and where are you meeting him?"
Stunned, Angel said, "What the fuck? Why in the hell would you say that, you Ole son of a bitch!"