So it wasn't their mother imagining things at the end of her life? He was Saint David. He had said it himself, and now it was maybe that both her parents were crazy, or this was real and everything they had thought about the world was wrong.
"We're not leaving," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I don't-"
She had barely gotten the sentence out when Patrick bustled in, bag of shopping in hand. "Leeks were on sale, Dewi! And I know you probably have bunches but I can't pass a leek without getting it which is all your Welshy fault, and then I'm like 'I'm taking a leek' and I giggle to myself-" finally Patrick looked up at David and the pair of people sitting in his living room. "Oh. Heh. Rrrright, hello. Uhm. Ignore that taking a leek thing? I don't come off well in that story."