The End of Marina and Shayne...
"You know I love you right?" said Shayne. He had that usual dreamy tone in his voice, the same for whenever he spoke to her.
"And I love you," Marina responded, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"So why are we doing this?" he asked as he drove the car onto a more rural road. Forests covered out most direct sunlight and dusk was approaching.
"I told you, I need to deliver this package. Then you and me can go on that nice campsite retreat..."
"But how do we even know this guy?" Marina sighed.
"His wife was an old friend of my Mom's. My mom had to give this stuff to him and he apparently hasn't been to town lately and he can't pick up his UPS packages, ergo we just have to deliver it."
Shayne gave his own sigh. "Why does he live so far from everywhere else?"
"He's just a loner apparently. I heard after he and his wife split up he just retreated out here."
"Well, that will never happen to us, because we're never going to split up." They gave another dreamy smile and she leaned over to kiss his cheek again. "Err..." she murmured, looking down at the note on her lap, "the directions say to turn here." Shayne obeyed and pulled on to a driveway road.
"Remember Shayne, just a few minutes and we can begin our va-ca-tion!" Marina laughed and Shayne pulled to a stop.
He looked over at the house, or cabin where the guy lived. "Hey Marina, what did you say this guy's name was?"
"Rainy, Mort Rainy," she bent down and picked up the package on the car floor, "The package says for John Shooter, but I think that may be a psydonym."
"You mean pseudonym." "Yeah, that thing. You want to come in with me?"
"Yeah, sure." Shayne looked a little uneasy as he stepped out of the car and up to the cabin door. Marina eagerly rung the doorbell while Shayne peeked to the side of the house. Shayne turned to Marina.
"Hey, is that a cornfield?"
The End...