“Mase,” Archer calls from the kitchen. My steps clap as I stride forward to meet him. “Yeah, buddy?” “I poop.” He turns to stick his butt toward me. His timing is impeccable, not that I’d pass off the duty. Literally. “Ah, just for me. I’ll take that as a compliment.” “It’s stinky.” He plugs his nose. “Even better. We’re hitting the ground running. I like your style, kid.”
