Fred had hoped to return home early from the party. He had to teach Sunday School the next morning and had not yet pressed his shirt. But that night, Judith had other ideas. She’d had enough of being good. Always being on time. Being gracious and dutiful. And she didn’t give a damn about what Barbara and the Bridge Club thought. She was seduced by the possibility of scandal, and Fred was powerless to stop it.

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