the morning he 'd slept by her bed , he 'd awakened to the sound of her weeping . the closer we got to my house , the faster we ran . anyone other than him , except the image of her finding that man tore him up inside . he never talked at home about his work , not even with his wife . i point to my ears and shake my head . she did n't want him to worry that she 'd misunderstood their arrangement . you can just take it back again . '' 