It took me three days to realize that, after trusting Bobby, I had been tricked. He wasn't going to let me court Michelle; that was never his plan. His plan was to put me at ease, to make me think he'd play the matchmaker, when in truth, he was making a match for himself.
I made it very clear to him, soon enough, that I was aware of his machinations. He certainly noticed my anger after seeing the slashed tires on his convertible. The note I had left on his windshield held a minimalist, yet succinct, warning: "Your lady ain't worth it."