Chapter 22
Joanna Watkins was wrist-deep in one of her precious lists when Beau and his brother thundered into the kitchen. Lee was still angry, bullish, and plowing forward like he wanted another fight. Beau followed behind reluctantly, as if dragged by some invisible rope. He went over to the sink and washed his hands and face. Water ran red into the sink and down the drain. Somewhere in their tussle, Lee had managed an elbow to his lip. At this rate, Beau was going to resemble a battered boxer by the end of his senior year.
Assuming that you have a senior year, he thought.
Joanna managed the particularly tricksy motherly behavior of noticing both her sons without actually looking up. “Whatever you two been fighting about, I hope it was important. ‘Cause you both look like something t
