"Hi I just came to see if you were ok and if you needed anything to drink?" Stella said as she produced a cold bottle of water and a couple of tablets...for my headache.I thanked her for the tablets and the water and asked her where everyone else was."Oh don't worry about Sara and Arnold there down by the pool soaking up the sun and dipping in the pool and will probably be there for a good while yet." Stella replied."You might as well come in then before someone sees you standing there in that. She’s positively confident enough to speak up at dinner.“Uncle Ryan?”“Yes, honey.”“So, um, I was thinking, I’m sixteen now and since I’m here in LA, it might make sense if I, you know, took driving classes and got a license?” She stuffed a bit in her mouth.“You don’t have a license?”“No, and if you think about it, it really makes sense. I don’t really have ID, just my school ID from my old school, and most everyone else gets licenses by the time they are juniors. Summer is the perfect time to. "Not what honey?" Rita said."Not old - or fat," he assured her in a very shaky voice."I think you're being kind but I love hearing it," Rita said as she took off her glove and put her hand on Mike's shoulder. "Maybe there are some real men out there after all. Men that don't mind a little extra meat on a woman's bones, and aren't scared off if she's not waxed head to toe. You seem to be that kind of man." I - I know I look at you a lot, especially in the the summer, but..." Now if you ruin it. ‘He’s not going to let anyone else in here, is he?’ I shook my head. ‘I doubt it. He’s crazy. I’m afraid that he wants to kill me after I give birth.’ Her eyes widened even further. ‘We’ve got to stop him. I’ve got to stop him.’ I shook my head. My eyes bored into hers. ‘You need to focus on the children. Listen very carefully to me. My babies are more important than I am. Focus. Do you have any idea what you’re doing?’ She visibly calmed herself. ‘I started pre-med in the eighties. I don’t.