Chapter ThirteenThey stood on a street corner in downtown Calgary, slapping their sides to get warm. “It's so cold I can't stand it.” Patrick had been raised in warmer climates as his Peace Corps father from South Carolina had moved the family from coast to coast and country to country, eventually ending up in Canada, where they left Patrick to go to college on his own. They had been off again to some place in Zimbabwe and he heard from them again only on holidays such as the third Thursday in November, coming up now. They'd seldom stayed long in an icebox like this. “This weather is just ill.”
“You've lived here five or six years. You must be used to it by now,” Shannon said. “Don't tell me you can't stand it.”
“It's warmer in friggin' Denmark.”
“I don't think so.” Shannon patted his a
