QUOTE : While Olivia takes care of business, I approach my brother, leaning against the wall beside him, arms crossed.<br /><br />“Congratulations,” he says, sulking. “Bastard.”<br /><br />“Thank you.”<br /><br />“Olive looks gorgeous. Prick.”<br /><br />“She does. I’ll tell her you said so.”<br /><br />“I’m really happy for you. Wanker.”<br /><br />I laugh. “It’s going to be all right, Henry.”<br /><br />He drinks from his flask, flinching as he swallows. “Easy for you to say. Prat.”<br /><br />I squeeze his shoulder. “Are you ever going to forgive me?”<br /><br />He shrugs. “Probably. Eventually. Of course I will. When I’m sober.”<br /><br />“Any idea when that may be?”<br /><br />“Henry, there you are!” our grandmother clucks from across the room. “We must speak about the memo I sent you…”<br /><br />Henry lifts his flask and shakes his head. “Not today.