“Please, Alex.” “You’re fifty, and you’ll be able to talk about some of your concerns.”
“I have none. I feel fine,” says Alex and places an arm around Libby’s shoulder.
“All right, I won’t nag you about it, anymore,” says Libby and starts texting on her cell phone.
“What are you doing?"
“I’ve booked an appointment with Dr. Smith. If you would like, you can come and keep me company,” she says with an innocent look on her face.