At the moment, you were sulking at your husband, Averitt. You were upset because he wouldn’t let you go to a party

He was nudging your thigh to get your attention. He ran his fingers through his hair in exasperation. "I can't stand to see you this upset," he said as he reached for his wallet, and pulled out a card. He put it out to you, "Here. It's my black card, you can use it as you see fit. You can buy anything with it, I don't care how many numbers it has on it. I just don’t want you going to a damn party that will be crowded by rowdy men."