Leo massaged his forehead.
‘What am I going to do to make this end well?’ He asked himself. Telling Marilyn that he was not going to be able to make the spin date, seemed a little bit out of reach.
''Urgh,'' he muttered and took a seat on his bed, wishing that he could come up with a decent plan to dodge Marilyn's invitation, but absolutely nothing was forthcoming.
Meanwhile, at Marilyn's office, she had walked out of her office to the parking lot when Gerald spotted her entering the new car that Leo had bought for her.
Gerald squinted in disbelief.
He could remember the car pretty well. That was the car that Marylin and her sister were admiring over the weekend. Did she hire it? Or was she test-driving it, all in the name of trying to buy it, and then she had stylishly pulled it u
