“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.”
I folded my arms.
“Then explain why you think this is a good idea.”
He gave me a speech about honesty, freedom, and experimentation. He insisted that it would only last seven days and that everyone would agree to the same rules.
He even said it might bring us closer together.
I wanted to believe he was simply having an absurd midlife crisis.
But the more he explained, the more uncomfortable I became.
He had clearly thought about this before.
He had considered the logistics, the schedule, and even the possibility that I might object.
This wasn’t an impulsive joke.
It was a proposal he expected me to accept.
