There wasn’t a passenger’s seat next to his driver’s seat, as he didn’t have many friends, Felcey had removed it and put in a storage shelf for his comic books, the shelf was full of comics which he had just bought and he reached over, heaved them out and closed the door. His mother thought it was a strange request to get his Uncle Marvin, the mechanic, to take out the car seat for him and told her son on many occasions but after a while the realisation that there wasn’t anybody knocking on the front door to take him out for a game of football or a girlfriend to take to the cinema or go dancing with, she relented with her earlier rants. Felcey went through the front door and shouted out, “MUM, YOU HERE?” The voice that replied wasn’t his mum’s and wasn’t female, he looked to the ceiling in annoyance. “SHE’S NOT HERE.” It was his stepdad, Lewis, champion slob and the bane of his life.
