Stoically, I soldier on. ‘So don’t worry about Maddy being happy, or me. She makes me happy, and I make her happy. But I want to know if you’d be happy if I went out with her. Would you be okay with me having her as my girlfriend?’ ‘Slay,’ Stella says, which I gather is an affirmative. ‘Okay,’ Nancy says. She flicks her fork, and there’s a noisy splat on the floor immediately followed by a canine gobbling noise.
