Chapter 11
“This is all you have?” Josh asked. Beau’s freshman roommate heaved up the duffel and slung it over his back. Beau settled his suitcase in one hand, laptop bag and backpack vying for shoulder space. Seventh floor walk-up. This should be fun, he thought. “Thank all the gods that there ever were.”
“How’d you get your furniture up here with no elevator?” Beau asked, peering up into the stairwell.
Josh laughed, a bitterly cynical noise. “Funny you should ask. You’ll be helping with moving the s**t back down, end of year.”
“Sounds fair.”
“You obviously have not man-handled a sofa around one of these landings before. Watch your step there,” Josh said. Sometime in the last two months, Josh’s ridiculous beard-thing had grown into a decent goatee. He looked older. Then again, Beau t
