Will is thirty-six and doesn't really want children. Why
does it bother people that he lives so happily alone in a
fashionable, Lego-free flat, with massive speakers and a
mammoth record collection, hardwood floors, and an
expensive cream-colored rug that no kid has ever thrown up
on? Then Will meets Angie. He's never been out with anyone
who was a mom. And it has to be said that Angie's long
blond hair and big blue eyes are not irrelevant to Will's
reassessment of his attitude toward children. Then it
dawns on Will that maybe Angie goes out with him because
of the children. That maybe children democratize
beautiful, single women. That single mothers -- bright,
attractive, available women - were all over London ...
Marcus is twelve and he knows he's weird. It was all his
mother's fault, Marcus figured. She was the one who made
him listen to Joni Mitchell instead of Nirvana, and read
books instead of play on his Gameboy. Then Marcus meets
Will. Will belongs to his mother's SPAT group (Single
Parents, Alone Together), and Will is cool. Marcus needs
someone who knows what kind of sneakers he should wear,
and who Kurt Cobain is. And Marcus's mother needs a
husband. They could all move in together! Marcus and his
mother, Will and his son, Ned. Then Marcus follows Will
home to his flat, where there are no toys or diapers, no
second bedroom, even -- and certainly no Ned. This was
valuable stuff. If Marcus went home and told his mother
about this right away, that would be the end of it. But
something tells Marcus that he should hang on to this
information until he knows what it's worth.
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