Chapter 6
Beau’s bedroom was dark, but the silvery opalescence of the moon caused it to almost glow. Beau lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, the crown molding, and turning his head to stare out the window, where a huge full moon hung on the horizon. Stars glittered in the black sky.
Beau could not sleep because he was waiting—for Jeanne-Marie to come to him. It didn’t matter to Beau what they would say or what they would do, he simply wanted the man near him. He hoped to convince Jeanne-Marie somehow that he was worthy of Beau’s love, that Beau could be attracted to him in spite of his disfigurement.
He knew how hard it was for Jeanne-Marie to believe the truth. He realized that Jeanne-Marie hid here in the mountains, probably from, at worst, the cruel taunts of the insensitive and,
