Option A seems to be to go to NYU and forgo her fashions for a burka. Unappealing. Option B, go somewhere else and lose the opportunity to be mentored by Dr. Schmidt, the one woman who might see past her age and take Max’s research seriously. Option C, forgo college altogether, build her business with grit and fortitude, and change the world with just a GED. Paternally vetoed. Which leaves Option D. As in doughnuts. Having motored through the gifts from her clients, Max has started making and frosting her own. At three a.m. Understandably, given her lack of sleep, the week that ensues is an unmitigated mess. Sara’s piñata came back as Minnie Mouse instead of a rat, and no matter how wounded a heart may be, no one can take a bat to Minnie. Max accidentally sent Phoebe to case a day care, whose name was one letter off from an ex’s school. And the frozen car keys got served at the parents’ cocktail party. And now it’s Saturday, when, with no school to stifle the schedule, Ex, Inc.
