Chapter 12
“Hey,” Josh said, nudging Beau’s inert arm, the only part of him that protruded from the bundle of blankets.
“Hey, yourself,” Beau muttered from under the nest. “It’s Thursday. Don’t have t’ get up ‘til after lunch. Go ‘way.”
“Suit yourself, but it snowed last night. Thought you might want to see it, redneck.”
Beau hissed. “I live in Tennessee, not Georgia, for f**k’s sake.” Nonetheless, he stuck his nose out from under the pile of quilts. Even with the steam heaters, the dorms had gotten chilly. He grabbed his jeans off the desk chair and stuffed his legs into the frigid denim. “Although, Siberia wasn’t on my list. Fuckedy-f**k it’s cold.” His toes cringed as they encountered the linoleum, which was apparently practicing up for the Ice Capades.
“You’ve got thin blood,” Jos
