“Mayfair? With four
houses?” Dave was dragging out the announcement. He wished there
was a drum roll to accompany this moment.
“Yes?” asked an
exasperated Paul.
“That's £1700.” He
smiled a wide smile.
“I don't have that!”
Paul protested.
“Not my problem.”
Paul stood from the
table and punched his brother straight in the mouth. “Now that's
your problem,” he spat as his brother held his bleeding lips.
“What on earth is
happening in here?” their mother asked as she barged into the boys'
bedroom.
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