“I’m not joking.”
My smile disappeared.
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table.
“Think about it. We’ve been together for eighteen years. Sometimes relationships become predictable. Maybe spending a week with different people would make us appreciate each other more.”
“Or destroy our marriage.”
“You’re making it sound worse than it is.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
He spoke about it as if he were proposing a new restaurant, not a situation that could permanently damage four people’s relationships.
“What about feelings?” I asked. “What about boundaries? What about the fact that you are talking about my best friend?”
“That’s exactly why I suggested them. We know them. We trust them.”
I looked at him carefully.
“Do you trust them, or do you want something from Nancy?”
His expression changed.
Only slightly, but I noticed.
“Don’t do that,” he said.
“Do what?”
“Turn this into an accusation.”
