Skype, as a solution, didn’t work as well as Beau might have wanted. Between Vin’s new work schedule and Beau’s own—especially coupled with his inability to walk away from a half-completed folder, which had resulted in his staying late several days in a row—led to not actually being able to sync up. By the time the second weekend rolled around, Beau was desperate for a few words of reassurance and to check in.
Vin was, he discovered, a terrible correspondent. Emails were both infrequent and incoherent. And while they’d managed to figure out a way to text, which was convoluted and involved passing through a couple of portal stations from Beau’s weird-ass Thai cell phone. It wasn’t exactly what Beau would refer to as instant conversation; he would send Vin a text, and maybe in two hours he’
