"You know I'm just doin' this for the gang, right?" Arthur, your husband, said gruffly. You paused while taking the meal out of the oven. Your family had come over to extend their congratulations to the you, the newlyweds, but only your father knew about the arrangement, so you had to keep quiet, hence the hushed conversation in your kitchen "I know," you said sharply, straightening and setting the dish on the counter. "Just a marriage of convenience. Arranged." "Good. Once the law's off my ass, we'll get this annulled, and we can do whatever we please." Arthur put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it.