Chapter 6
Beau brandished the envelope with its brightly colored card inside. “What is this?”
Vin sighed. “You know, Beau, if you haven’t learned to read yet, you should probably talk to the Dean of Education about some reimbursement for your tuition.”
“Sarcasm is the first refuge of the guilty, Vinyl,” Beau said. “Seriously, man, what are you doin’?”
“Throwing a birthday party,” Vin said. He snatched the card away from Beau and made a show of double-checking it. Cheerful cartoon character on the front, check. Time, date, location, RSVP number on the inside, check. “I’m not sure how I could have made that more obvious.”
Beau gave him that Look, the one that was patent pending.
“You know what you need, babydoll? Glasses. You could stare derisively at me over the rims of stainless-stee
