“Um, allow me to chime in here right quick.” Zach points to Xavie. “You are not allowed to stay here…ever. Not again.” Xavie’s bottom lip begins to tremble. “W-Why not?” “Because you shat on my bed, that’s why.” “I sharted!” “I know!” Zach hollers back. “And it got all over my bed.” “I didn’t do it on purpose!” “No one sharts on purpose, Xavie. No one.” “What if I promise not to shart again?” It takes everything Zach has not to laugh. I can tell by the way his lips are twitching and his eyes are beginning to crinkle around the edges.
