He takes his wife's hands in his, wipes a tear from her face as his fingers graze her cheek with the touch of a hummingbird's wing.

He looks deep into her eyes, tears hang on her lashes and stab like a knife into his heart. He looks at the two ladies now giggling under the covers of the bed. He looks back at his wife and her miniature lover.

"I'm sorry, love," he says, "I wish you two well."