Topher Lydon

Not in Canada. In Canada there is NO age requirement for owning a business of any kind. However there are limitations on contracts, but only on the assumed part by the person doing business with the minor. The minor is protected and as such can break any contract as needed with zero legal requirements or accountability. Most banks will not open a business account to a minor, HOWEVER there are some that can, have and do. Canada has a large cottage industry of painting businesses run and owned by kids. They are responsible for Taxes, but as such as long as those taxes are paid and their books are managed properly, there is no problem. The government has a list of Accountants specialized in this. The only problem occurs with employees and with suppliers. Suppliers can be handled with cash up front purchases. And Employees can be managed with sub-contracts with business managers. OR through a service like KPMG or like payroll service. As long as they are paid up front, there is no issue. Structured by someone with a keen knowledge of the ins and outs of this, it's entirely plausible for Steve and Lydia to own the businesses, they just can't manage them directly.

you'll have to find out what kind of business owner he is next chapter... at Steve's Steak House and rodeo fun times. (Rodeo fun times should be separate from steak eating... Steve's Steak House accepts no responsibility for choking hazards...)

So #teamkenny or #teamSteve?

Indeed, something to be explored in future chapters. I think even Kenny asked that question in the chapter

I am quite enjoying that Steve trips up, does something stupid, lands and then creates an even bigger mess trying to cover it up. He's an absolute train wreck of a dork.

Four The library, typically a bastion of hushed tones and respectful silence, felt charged with a volatile energy that hummed just beneath the surface. The students who had lingered to finish homework were slowly gathering their things, the squeak of sneakers on the polished floor and the soft zip of backpacks the only sounds in the deepening stillness. The setting sun slanted through the tall windows, casting long, fading shadows across the room, the dust motes dancing like tiny, frantic s

Andrew's gonna mess him up LOL

Father won't allow anything to disrupt his order.

Morning all

WORLD END: T-minus 173 days, 22 hours, and 0 minutes. 308 Manor Avenue, Ottawa Ontario – Carter Residence The evening air, cool and sharp with the scent of autumn, drifted through the open kitchen door of the Carter residence. Outside, the trees that lined the street were beginning to turn, their leaves a breathtaking canvas of red and gold against the muted grey of the September sky. The house itself, a Tudor Revival gem, sat proudly on its corner lot, its manicured hedges and mature

As always, it's about why we hide the secrets we hide. Steve and Kenny are very well balanced, and need each other, in my opinion, to grow. And i am sure they'll figure it out eventually... after much hijinx

Where though... I mean it's Canada... the only place more sedate would be Finland... Where he can get busted by Reindeer

It should follow the arc we've been seeing from War, Fortress, Recourse and Breach. Political-espionage thrillers which is the main drive of the later books. Only so much high school romance a pair of 41 year olds can do... ok now I have pictures of cops, lots of awkward explanations, and the like.

at least one teacher knows something's afoot.

Just finished chapter six of this, and I am genuinely surprised at the parents, very interesting dynamic of the old characters and their takes post Carter's Shadow and how the events in that book have shaped who they are, and how they raise their kids. I have to admit, I loved writing Shadow, it was so much fun to break out and get a new perspective that wasn't solely Will and Andrew. To explore a more mundane and lived in side of Merrickville life. And this is very much a successor to that book.

It needs to be yellow... that Seventies yellow... That kind of yellow you can almost taste... oh man...

A lot of teachers miss things. I often found when my students hit my class, things even basic things that could be easily fixed had just been ignored or overlooked by harried teachers that were overwhelmed by sheer numbers of students. I got into a habit of ignoring what the students had done up to that point, and looking at what I could get them to do in my classes... building from there. I loved teaching writing, so many teachers focus on reading and on grammar and spelling that they forget that getting a student to write a sentence, then three sentences, a paragraph, three paragraphs... quickly turns into all of them being able to write a page in an hour... Grammar is useless if you don't have something to say. Steve reminds me of a few students of mine in Asia who pulled this same kind of trick just to get out of extra classes, the moms over there are next level nuts. They quickly learned I wasn't so easy to fool.

It's interesting that he also knows who Andrew is from the beginning of the book, makes Andrew's great game of chess with him so much more dangerous. Nothing makes a spy more uncomfortable than having no where to hide.

Welcome to the new one. My morning action adventure hour. be patient with me, this is being written co-currently with Goofball... so it's going to be slow on some days. I have 9 chapters of it, so we should be good as long as I keep to my chapter a day rule. Let's see what kind of trouble I can get our dynamic husband-Spy into this week

It's nice to see our little Kenny, Captain Boring isn't stupid and completely defenseless to Commander Goofball's chaos.

Since I, errr... messed something up this morning... Here's this chapter. Thanks and so very sorry to my train bound morning friends missing their morning adventure hour.

Three Kenny Jensen, for the first time in his life, found himself in a state of chaos. It wasn't the kind he was used to on the hockey rink, a controlled mess of skates and sticks and bodies vying for the puck. This was a Steve-sized chaos, a swirling vortex of electric blue eyes, unkempt dark hair, and a smile that, despite himself, made Kenny’s stomach flip in a way that had absolutely nothing to do with hockey. It had been two days since the tutoring session, one day since the debac