Arlene stepped up to her husband and put her arms around him and gave him a squeeze. “I’m sorry,” she said, not knowing what else to say.
Randy didn’t respond. Nor did he try to move for a few minutes. When he did, he silently disengaged Arlene’s arms, and went out the back door without speaking. Arlene watched from the kitchen window as his car descended the driveway and pulled out into the street. She straightened up and shook her head. She was worried about her husband, but she didn’t know what to do.