Grant had been sulking all morning.
"Shouldn't have had all that coffee," Brian laughed, pulling into a petrol station and running to the men's room. Grant rolled his eyes. Grant's Mum turned round and gave Grant a hard stare.
"Don't give your Dad such a hard time," she said.
"He's not my Dad."
"We've talked about this, you know you're supposed to call him Dad."
"I don't want to. I don't want a new Dad and I don't want to move house."
"He's nice really, you just have to get to know him."
"What's so great about him?"
"He's got this lovely new Jaguar for starters, and a new house he's invited us to move into."
"This isn't a Jaguar. It's a Nissan."
"Same difference. Leather seats, CD player. It's dead fancy."
Grant rolled his eyes.
"We'll start over. It'll be good, you'll see," she said, and turned around.
Grant put his headphones in. He'd already decided he hated Devon. His friends back home had told him they all drank lemon cider in Devon and everyone knows lemon cider isn't even a thing.