The wrong brother.
“What do you mean your wife, hold on, is that—”
“Mind your word, Vegas, she's still my wife.” I said calmly as he rolled his eyes to the back.
“She's been circling the idea for a week now I guess, and I think that show the other day made it easy for her to decide” I said, pausing briefly.
“But I was lucky.”
“Lucky how?” Vegas asked, tilting his head.
“My brother,” I said, “He suggested something else. Something that I'm really sure would distract her mind and shift her Focus elsewhere while I figure out how to clean up my mess.”