“So, husband,” she called, disrupting my inner musings.
“What would Loud do to me if I got out of line? Would I be due a harsh punishment?”
I chuckled. “All I ever want to owe you is some dick.”
Her giggle in the midst of the swirling chaos drew some attention, but it pleased me to hear that spark of joy in her tone.
“In that case, I intend to act up, and act out as often as possible,” she stated.
I sensed that she would act up either way. She was either my greatest accomplishment or my greatest weakness.
Had my stunt with George earned me fear or respect, or had I created more enemies within the group?