All the rage

Rufus went home to pick up some things. Clearly the old man expected him to stay at the house. Rufus rationalised that the old boy was probably lonely there. It didn’t bother Rufus; things were a bit fractious at home with his parents going through a rough patch. He wondered if they might split up after he’d been packed off to university.

He returned to Marcus's house around 4.30pm. Marcus was impatient.

“Either you want the work or you don’t!” he rasped.

“Sorry Marcus, mum was in a rage.”

”You too, I bet!”

”I'll fuel your rage m'boy!” thought Marcus.