A/N Here is the next installment of the story. A guy this time!
Geoffrey Campbell
"Mail. The service of mail. I am in the service of mail. I am a mail deliverer. Not a mailman. A man in the service of delivering mail. That's what I am."
"In other words,you're a mailman, but you hate the phrase."
"It isn't an exciting phrase! You have to admit at least that!"
"Of course I do, hon. Now we have to get ready for that banquet. So go get dressed up in nice clothes instead of your work ones, so that nobody mistakes you for a mailman. Heaven forbid somebody mistake you for a mailman."
"Exactly."
She rolled her eyes in response, a job as a mailman wasn't that bad, really. He knew that, too, but he just enjoyed being difficult. Oh well. Lord only knows how they've managed to stay married this long. Thirty years tonight. They were so excited. Where was he, anyways? They can't be late to a banquet being held in their honor!
"Jeff? What on Earth are you doing up there?" No answer. She started to climb the stairs."Jeff?" Nothing. She started to worry. Was he alright?
"Jeff?! Honey, what are you doing? Answer me! JEFF!" She had reached the top of the stairs, and was freaking out. He was nowhere in sight. She searched the upstairs floor, finding nothing but an open window. Crying, she dialed 911.