Chapter TenIt was three weeks since Sam had started banging out his Mason Shaw book. He'd been too busy to see as much of Archie as usual. He owed his friend a visit, surely?
He stood in the open doorway of Archie's office at Cartwright College. The English and Literature Department building had been built about the same era as the 150-year-old library. Tall oak-paned windows, paneled walls, and built-in bookcases, all gave the office a professorial air. All Archie needed was a ratty cardigan sweater with a missing button and some messy white hair. At the moment, he was hunched over some papers, scribbling.
“Hey, what brings you here?” Archie asked, looking up.
Good question. “Just got done meeting Dad at the lumber yard. You weren't answering your texts, so I thought I'd stop by.”
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