A Wet Book

Today's prompt in Writing 101 is like this, "A man and a woman walk through the park together holding hands. They pass an old woman sitting on a bench. The old woman is knitting a small red sweater. The man begins to cry. Write this scene."
Today's twist: write the scene from three different points of view.

The Woman
I held his left hand while walking through the park. The book he wanted to borrow was in my bag. It was wet but still readable. He could wait until it's dry then read but I knew he never wait to read.
"Here. Sorry, it's a bit wet," I handed him the book. He grinned widely then I saw tears in his eyes.

The Old Woman
The park was quiet. There were only a couple walking together, a kid reading a book with a cat on his lap -I wondered how he can take the cat to the park-, and me knitting red sweater for my granddaughter. 
While knitting, I couldn't help noticing the couple. The woman handed a book to the man. After that, I heard the man shouted.

The Man
I was so excited when she told me that she brought me the book I wanted to read. She said the book was wet but I didn't care. I could always read book no matter how bad the condition. 
I smiled when seeing the book but seconds later, "Oh, my eyes! Why didn't you tell me that the book was wet from formaldehyde?"