Stella

She needs some TLC. Well, it is her favorite. Exactly. And, well, I wanted to talk to you. Who? Look, I haven't checked with Pip about it yet, but are you free on Thursday? Her appointments come through at the clinic. I can be free. Of course I can. What time? Quarter to eleven.

I think she'd really appreciate it if you came with us, Ruth, and so would I. I'd like to very much, if I won't be in the way. Of course not. Thanks for asking. I didn't like to offer. Why not? You're her fiancé, Stella. You don't need me sticking me all in. You wouldn't be. And, well, not to put too fine a point on it, Ruth, you know what to expect. You've been through it.

A long time ago. Yeah, but I don't suppose you've forgotten. No, no, of course I haven't. If people'd like it, of course I'll come. I can drive us if you like. Oh yes, please. That would be a bit of pressure off.

I know it's only a lump and the chances are it's nothing sinister. I tell myself that five times an hour. And you're right to. But even so it doesn't go away. I know. The lying awake at four in the morning, all the what-ifs racing around your head. Yeah, it's hard. It's not like me to be such a worrier.

But they don't hurt, not as long as I keep the door closed. So please don't worry about me. I'm not gonna fall to bits. It's not you I'm worried about. Is Pip struggling? Should I come over? No, no, she's okay. Quiet, very calm, very practical. All the things I think I am, only I'm not.

You're quite wise, aren't you, on the quiet? I don't know about that. Check with Pip, and if she says yes, I'll pick you up about half past nine.