“So do you have any interviews?” She took another drink from the wine bottle and passed it.

“I had one.” I took a swig. I was getting used to the taste. “But it was some insurance thing. It was all a bit dodgy.”

“Nothing else?”

“Can we change the subject?” I glowered at the wine bottle as I held it up to my lips. It glittered in the sun. “I’m tired of talking about ‘my future.’”

She cocked her head at me, frowning. “Poor little bit.” She sighed. “Being grown-up sucks.”

“Wish someone would have told me.” I shaded my eyes against the sun. It was really bright. “I thought it was gonna be crackin’, you know, getting to do whatever you want…”

She laughed. “I wish.” She handed me the bottle again. “I know you’ll find something. You just have to keep at it.”

I snorted. “You sound just like mum. ‘You need to try harder, David.’”

“Let’s change the subject,” she agreed. “Let’s talk about sex.”

I choked on the wine going down my throat, some of it dribbling onto my chin. “Not the conversation I need to be having with my sister. Let’s talk about me finding a bloody job, alright?”

“Have you ever fucked a girl?” She took the bottle back. “Come on, David, you can tell me.”

I flushed, staring directly at the sun and then closing my eyes, seeing a bright spot where it had been. “No.”

“I didn’t think so.” She nudged my arm with the bottle.

“Is it that obvious?” I took a swallow, handing it back with my eyes still closed.

Her voice was soft as she said, “No wonder you toss-off so much in the shed.”

My eyes flew open, my jaw dropped. My face burned and I couldn’t say anything.

Dawn was holding the bottle up. “Crikey! This is almost gone!”

“How long have you known?” I swallowed hard.

“Long enough.” She smiled.

“Are you gonna tell mum and dad?”