Chapter Twenty
Beth
It was a relief when Jacob said his mother arranged a hotel room for him.
Mom probably would’ve let him bunk in the darkroom with a sleeping bag, but Dad would’ve had a cow. A quiet cow behind closed doors, but a cow nonetheless.
We got some cheap decorations for his room since he was staying through Christmas.
“The Art major classes are drier than I expected, especially my Art History teacher. Oh my god, he just drones and drones… I don’t mind the practical classes, creating stuff, though I’m terrible at drawing or painting. I know I have A’s in all my gen ed., though,” I said, filling him in on first semester.
“I’d be shocked if you didn’t. You like it here? In general?”
“Yeah… It’s fine for general ed., if nothing else. I’m going to try to get into some classe
