LIBBY. I know you havenât been looking after yourself because your nail varnish is chipped. And youâre incredibly thin.
NICK. Iâve always been thin.
LIBBY. Not like that.
Beat.
Hello, anyway.
NICK. Hello.
LIBBY. Do you want something to eat? I donât know what there is. Ritz Crackers? For some reason sheâs got boxes of the things.
NICK. Really, Iâm fine.
LIBBY. Or quiche.
NICK. Iâm alright actually, Libby. Thank you. Iâll just have a drink please. Dying for a drink.
LIBBY goes to fetch a glass.
Where is she?
LIBBY. Upstairs.
NICK. Am I â ? Do I have to go up?
LIBBY. Youâd never wake her anyway. She sleeps all day and gets up when sheâs hungry. Sheâs like a fucking badger.
NICK. Is she â ? I mean â Do I have to prepare myself?
LIBBY. What do you mean?
NICK. For the â I mean â is she changed?
LIBBY. Jesus, Nick, youâre not going to get stupid about this, are you? She had a melanoma so small it was removed with a local anaesthetic. Okay?
NICK. Alright.
LIBBY. Itâs not Terms of Endearment.
LIBBY hands him a glass. Pause.
I had a lot of trouble tracking you down this time. None of the numbers I had for you worked. I was worried.
NICK. Donât be.
LIBBY. I spoke to who knows how many people.
NICK. I move around.
LIBBY. Someone said youâd left your job.
NICK. Who?
LIBBY. I donât know. Chris or something. Tim.
NICK. Rory?
LIBBY. I donât know. Everyone passed me on to someone else. I got the impression you were sleeping on floors. I rang that guy in the end. What was his name? The one that you â Sandy? I never knew if you two were lovers. Or â
NICK. We werenât. Exactly.
LIBBY. He told me youâd gone to Corfu.
NICK. I was living in this awful place, Lib. The people were â Somebody was trying to kill me. Seriously. This guy who was a friend of Sandyâs flatmate was actually threatening to kill me.
LIBBY. Why?
NICK. With a circular saw.
LIBBY. Why, I said. Not how.
NICK. Oh. Nothing. Housing benefit. And Iâd heard about this amazing sort of beach community in Corfu. It sounded so wonderful. Just surrounded by sea and sky and space. So I fucked off.
LIBBY. To Corfu?
NICK. To Bristol. I couldnât quite raise the funds for Corfu. But I had a friend in Bristol. Lois. Remember her? She lost her leg. She was in my recovery programme. Lois. The Quaker.
Beat.
Quaker now. Used to be a glue-sniffer. Anyway. Thatâs â How long have you been here?
LIBBY. Couple of weeks.
NICK. And whatâs she like? I mean, apart from â
LIBBY. The same. Madder.
She suddenly stops.
Sheâs writing her memoirs.
NICK. Her what?
LIBBY. Sheâs writing a fucking book.
LIBBY has picked up a Dictaphone. She presses play. We hear JUDYâs voice.
JUDY (on Dictaphone). All one hundred and thirty-seven Sanskrit verses of the Guru Gita.
LIBBY. Sheâs â listen.
Fast-forward. Play.
JUDY (on Dictaphone). And you open like a flowerâŠ
LIBBY. Hang on a minute.
Fast-forward again, impatiently.
JUDY (on Dictaphone). Rice noodlesâŠ
Fast-forward again.
The spitting image of Burt Reynolds.
NICK. Does it matter?
LIBBY. Of course it matters. Do you want her version of events floating around out there? Unchallenged?
NICK. They wouldnât publish it.
LIBBY. Youâd be surprised what theyâd publish. She sits here, night after night, dictating it to â and this is the other thing â her new best friend.
NICK. Who?
LIBBY. This doctor.
NICK. Dr Mays?
LIBBY. No â Dr Mays? Dr Mays is dead.
NICK. Is he?
LIBBY. Of course. What did you think he was going to do? Limp on for ever? This is the new GP. Only, heâs an old hippy, isnât he? Sits here and drinks with her, night after night. Plays the guitar. How that can be good for her, Joan Baez and Bob fucking Dylan till three in the morning. And you should see the way he looks at me.
NICK. Oh?
LIBBY. Jesus Christ. I donât know why I attract these old men.
Little pause.
Sheâll be down in a minute.
NICK. What exactly happened?
LIBBY. What do you mean?
NICK. With the â raid â Is that what we call it?
LIBBY. It isnât funny. What made it worse, the health visitor was Jackie Miller.
NICK. Who?
LIBBY. Her mother used to clean here. Couldnât wait to get over the threshold. Dear me, she kept saying. Itâs been very difficult to cope, hasnât it? Eyes on stalks.
NICK. Jesus, Iâm nervous.
LIBBY. Why?
NICK. Perhaps Iâll have another.
LIBBY. Weâve got three months. And then we get another check. They want to see significant improvements. I told them, itâs not going to happen overnight. But we need to do this, Nick. For us. I mean, this cancer has really brought it home to me. We could â Well. Thereâs no reason why we shouldnât â
Beat.
I donât know about you, but Iâm sick of wandering around without a proper home.
SUMMER has walked out.
You remember Summer.
NICK. What? Summer? That canât be Summer.
SUMMER. Iâm pretty sure it is.
NICK. But sheâs â
LIBBY. Fifteen.
(To SUMMER.) Are you hungry? Iâm the only person in this house who eats. Iâm going to wake her in a minute. This is ridiculous.
LIBBY disappea...