‘Marilyn’ Leo called as soon as she came back home from work. He had spent the last couple of minutes waiting for her, parked a block away from her house in his black G-wagon Mercedes car.
‘Urgh, Leo. You scared the living daylight out of me.’ Marilyn replied when she turned to see him walking towards her with guts.
‘What sort of text did you send to me, please?’ Leo asked her while she fondled the keys to the front door of her apartment, trying to make her way inside. She was stoic. Soon, she stepped inside the house, sulking like a kid that had been denied their favourite candy. Leo entered the house quickly behind her.
‘So you can show up at my house after all? Besides, your period of grace is over, because I sent you that text over twenty-four hours ago before you deemed me fit t
