He spotted her and smiled, weaving his way through the tables till he got to hers. Liz stood up and they hugged. ‘Hello brother.’ ‘Hello sister.’ ‘What do you want to drink?’ ‘I’ll get it,’ said Eddie. ‘What are you having?’ ‘I’m still on this one,’ Liz said, indicating her glass. ‘Okay. I won’t be a minute,’ he said, heading for the bar. He returned to the table with a glass of red, and slipped off his jacket before taking a seat. ‘So how’ve you been, sis?’ ‘I’m not too bad,’ she replied. ‘Can’t complain.’ He lifted his glass. ‘To siblings,’ he toasted. ‘Eye contact!’ they said in unison. It was their silly standing joke. Eddie had heard somewhere that you had to make eye contact when you clinked glasses in a toast, or else it was seven years of bad sex. They weren’t superstitious, but neither were they prepared to risk that. ‘We haven’t done this in a while,’ said Eddie. ‘Because you’re always too busy for me,’ she lamented.
