Genre: General Adult (Romance / Comedy)
Patrick Johns is smart.
Perfect grades at school.
A scholarship to study at university and so far: already on the Dean’s list.
He eats vegetables and jogs frequently.
He even cleans behind his ears. When he remembers. Though, it’s such an odd area—he’s never understood it.
He does it anyway. (Just in case.)
He adores his mum and monitors her health like a hawk.
He tolerates his stink of a brother, and calls his gran once a week--to say hi and catch up, though she has no clue to whom she’s speaking and hasn’t for years. (Their conversations on how the nurses are poisoning her never go well: they’re a little stilted.)
All this begs the question: why is Patrick here?
It’s four a.m. and he’s just been ripped out of sleep by a violent noise.
He’s not sure what it is, but—lying on the floor, in a tangle of sheets, clutching a Yoda figurine above his head like it’s not only a weapon but a weapon of choice—he listens and thinks, and—
Oh, God, no. That’s a chainsaw!
He’s only lived in this house for ten hours and now this: a pleasant bit of chain-sawing in the middle of the night.
He starts to panic over what the neighbours must think, but a more worrying thought intrudes: Patrick should have guessed that moving in with Art Boyd would lead to things like this.
Which means… perhaps Patrick is not as smart as everyone thinks.