““He was in love with his wife. The knowledge came like a tidal wave that swept him up and knocked him over to then rise, coughing and bruised, shaking his head as he wondered what the hel had happened. He stood there in the middle of the room as she ignored him, and watched his life veer off the main highway to a road fil ed with rocks and brush and potholes. Staggered with emotion, he took a step back as if to retreat from the whole mess. Son of a bitch. He was in love with his wife.””
