I laugh in shock, surprised at her sudden change of mood. “No,” I tell her. “It’s true.”
Fisting her hands into the grass, she grimaces as she tries for another shot, this time with both feet—they land in the center of my stomach and she knocks me back to the ground. “Fuck you, then,” she mutters. Her face scrunches up, is she about to cry? I can’t believe it but when I reach for her, she flails out and pushes me away. “Leave me alone.”
I shrug her off as Dan comes up behind me. “What?” I ask, confused. “All I said was—”
“Shut up!” My sister kicks at me a final time before heaving herself up on her feet, and then she pounds me with one small fist, hard on the shoulder. “Shut up, Mike. I’m not talking to you anymore.”