1 ‘Had enough?’ said David. Ryan slid a rucksack half his size off his shoulder and onto the front porch. ‘Very enough!’ ‘Very enough. Is that how the kids are talking now?’ ‘For over a decade.’ ‘You’re looking . . .’ David paused. The chaotic colour from the flowers in the garden framed Ryan’s airbrushed looking features. ‘ . . . Pretty as a picture.’ ‘And you look like a Ken doll. All you need is a pie in your hands and you could upgrade to a Stepford husband.’ 'If you’re referring to my baby blue gingham shirt, yeah it’s a bit too quaint, but it’s my favourite, a present from my Man.’ ‘Oh! Speaking of heavenly he-men, how is Joe?’ ‘He’s . . .’ David tried to find the right word and drifted off for a moment. ‘ . . . Joe.’ ‘Wow! Could you be any more in love?’ ‘I try, but I think I’ve peeked. Anyway, what happened exactly?’ ‘When?’ ‘At home.’ ‘Mum found some pot in my jacket.’ ‘And?’ ‘Big deal, right?’ Bothered by the memory of this Ryan shifted his weight from one leg to the other and sighed. ‘Are you going you make me stand out here all day?’ ‘I’m sorry, and you’re cheeky!’ ‘You love it.’ ‘Well, I love you,’ said David. ‘So I guess I love it.’