Part 19 : Best Laid Plans

After Brunch, after having a brief talk with her parents, Morgan goes off to see one of her boyfriends. And after Marilyn takes Odin on the tour of the house, Robin asks Odin if he wouldn't mind going into town to pick up a few things. Odin sees through this, but decides to go anyway, so he borrows one of the Richards cars at their request.

Miriam and Robin sit across from their daughter in the parlor,where they sip champange and Marilyn drinks club soda. Miriam gives a small smile to Marilyn. "Darling, you know for the most part, Philip is a charming young man, even though he is a bit geekish, but ..."

"Morgan hates him doesn't she." Marilyn says with a soft frown. She had this whole thing planned out in her head, and it was going how she planned. She had told Philip one version of how it would go, but since she knew her parents more than she. She knew what to expect.

"She despises him." Robin crosses his legs, straightening the pleat in his pants. "But you know how your sister is."

Marilyn nods. "I love Philip though, he is a great guy, but because she doesn't like him, she is going to throw a tantrum if she doesn't get what she wants. So, let me guess if I still want to marry Philip, she wants me cut off." She drains the rest of her club soda, and sets it on the coaster on the table.

Miriam nods her head. "You know we love you though, and we aren't going to really disown you."

"We just want people to think we did, especially Morgan." Robin finishes.

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That night, Marilyn is sitting on the hotel bed, watching Odin. He is sitting on the other bed in the room, since the motel had given them a room with two doubles. He is taking his shirt off, he is going to take a shower soon. His thick glasses he has replaced with the almost translucent ones that he loves so much.

"I don't believe you, there is no way they just wrote you off with a big check, and are going to cut you completely out of your life." His hypnotizing blue eyes lock with hers.

"Okay, not completely, but it is going to seem like it. I-I..."

He walks over to her, cutting her off by kissing her forehead. "Look, just because my father is an asshole, and will just give me a check and rode me off, doesn't mean your family will. We may need them for money later on."

She looks up at him with sad eyes, "you aren't mad?" She feels there is something about this situation he is not telling her. He has gotten very good at being able to hide some of his stronger emotions at times like this, when he seems to have the upper advantage since he followed through with his end of the bargain.

He shakes his head. "I'm going to take a shower, and then, maybe we will play a game later."