One day later, Archer and I sat on the couch while I directed Grady on how to mix the poison concoction. Since Archer was still recovering from his bite wound, he couldn't do much else other than entertain Sasha. He had a ball that he'd throw at her, and she'd chase it and trip over it with her clumsy, short legs. I wished I could've watched her from a distance and not right up close through her eyes because all the bouncing she did during her mad dashes triggered a constant spin in my ...