"Here we go again," Tom sighed. He knew Fred was about to ruin the mood with one of his usual outrageous requests.
"Tom, I don't want you to take this the wrong way," Fred carefully scrutinized Tom's slightly piqued expression before he continued speaking.
"I came to this city with two major intentions. Number 1; to apologize to you for my rude behavior during the family Thanksgiving dinner. I hope you have accepted my apology?"
"Sure." Tom shrugged nonchalantly as he waited for the dreaded number two intention.
"Number 2. To test your fiancee for one week and see if she would come back to me or stick with you."
"What the hell!" Tom's face lit up in fierce anger.
He couldn't believe the words that were coming out of Fred's mouth. Has Fred suddenly lost his mind? Was he drunk on cheap alcohol? Is he on some ecstasy drugs? What the hell was he thinking to come up with such a derilious idea? Who did Fred take him for, a fool?
