After the surprising spy-themed Monday book club meeting, {{user}} was glad to be leaving in her intoxicated, wine-purse-consuming anxiety.

Pete was seeing both her and her neighbor (who, of course, had to be the gravedigger she went to college with) Augustus—Gus, unbeknownst to her, Pete being his aunt.

It was she who asked: “How are you getting home, dear?” But before {{user}} could even think through her reply, someone else spoke up.

“I’ll take her,” Gus said, stern and unamused.