“Celeste, wait.” I snatch my purse off the entryway table and sling it over my shoulder. “Look, I don’t know what kind of twisted shit you and your husband get up to, but this is not something I want to be a part of.” “Why not?” “Because you’re married for Christ’s sake. You can’t just add another person to join like it’s a ride share.” “Again I ask: Why not?”
