David leaned back in surprise. “It’s not that—”
“But I agree with the lengthy process,” Bob continued. “It should be quick— process them and send them home.” He checked his watch. “I’ve got to run. We’ll talk about this more later. The information you’re gathering will be useful.” He strode out of the room.
David stared after him. His father had it all wrong. He couldn’t possibly believe it was so cut and dried.
Shaking his head, he opened the file. Maybe he hadn’t made it clear. He’d go through it again, add some more detail and then sit down with Bob and explain. Make sure he understood.
His cell rang and he checked the display. “Hi, Zita.”
“Hey! We’re celebrating tonight. Beatriz’s application was approved, which means she gets to stay in the States. Do you want to come for dinner?”
“Sure. That’s fantastic news.” He was so pleased. After hearing her story, he would have hated her to have to return home.
“Can you be here by six-thirty?”
“Yeah.” He’d leave work a little early. The prospect of seeing Zita when he hadn’t expected to was exciting.
“If you want, you can stay the night.”
He hesitated. It was kind of weird to stay at Carmen’s house, but it did mean he got to spend more time with Zita. “All right. See you then.”
David hung up and the immigration file caught his eye. He’d get some more information about Beatriz’s case tonight and show his father how wrong he was. He’d change his stance when he knew the facts.
David was sure.
