Usually when Jon Voight calls St. Angie on the phone she immediately makes Maddox get rid of him by doing his best impersonation of my abuelita trying to get the bill collectors off her ass: “Hola? No hablo the Inglés. Wrong numero. Lagarte!” Click.
But I guess St. Angie finally decided to take the call and invite Daddy Voight over to Venice, Italy to spend time with the family today. If she must.
And Jon made sure to smile real purdy-like for the cameras. He’s giving us one of those politician smiles (aka the devil chewing on your soul). And “Shakira” (that’s Zahara to everybody but Jon) made sure to throw Jon a “don’t try it” side-eye.