Will piped up, upturning his bag in the hunt for his mobile phone. Niels sighed deeply, quite sure that his son had forgotten his phone, which meant he’d be getting a call from Stella accusing him of all sorts of dastardly deeds. “I’m not going back for it, William, you’ll just have to ring your mother from the house.” “I know, it’s here somewhere. I just wanted to know if you’ve met Rash.” Niels frowned. “Met... What?” “Rash. Muma’s friend.” A cold stillness filtered through his veins. “When did you meet this friend?” “He came over yesterday.” Will confided, completely unaware of the effect of his words. “He said hello, told us our games were cool and he said he’d see Mum tonight.” Stella. Was. Dating? “How many times have you met this Rash?” “Just yesterday, but Muma said something about a rash and I thought she’d run into some stinging nettles, but nah, she’s all right, just going out with him. Don’t you think it’s a weird name?”
