Page 86 of Good Girl, Bad Blood

Actually, Connor, why don’t you go on ahead to lunch? I’ll see you there.

Connor:

[INAUDIBLE]

Pip:

Oh no, really, I insist.Connor. I’ll meet you there. Go on. Oh, close the door please. Thank you. Sorry about that, he’s just worried about his brother.

Stella:

Yeah, that’s OK, I get it. I just didn’t want to talk about his brother right in front of him, y’know? It’s weird.

Pip: