William Macmillan (sometimes called Will, sometimes Wils, but never Willy because ‘the kids will tease me!’) knew it was time for bed. The problem was – as was often the problem – he didn’t want to go bed.
He was curled up by his bookshelf, reading the Complete Works of Shakespeare (unabridged) and contemplating the perilous trip downstairs to make himself a mug of hot cocoa. The journey would have been safer were it not for his mother sending him to bed hours earlier, with strict instructions not to come downstairs. Last time he’d broken that rule, Will had walked in on what he could only assume the Bards’ Iago was referring to when he professed to have witnessed the Moor and Brabantio’s daughter ‘making the beast with two backs.’