“We had a back garden before,” Dex noted. “In Brum. You’d never planted a thing.”
“Oh, leave him alone, Dex. I don’t mind a bit of fresh veg from the garden, do I? Did you see that wisteria? It’s gonna take over the whole house if we’re not careful.”
The wisteria was lovely, Dex could admit. It crawled up the side of the house like it owned it, majestic heavy lilac blooms drooping in parallel all down the wall. One of his favourite plants, wisteria. It was nice that this house had it. Back in Birmingham, he’d envied some of their neighbours for it.
“So, Nick,” Mum said, and Dex snapped right back to attention, watching them both as casually as he could manage. “Dex tells us you’re from America, here for a year of study, yes?”
“Yep.” There went the tiny smile Dex was so familiar with.
