The radio droned on with a voice of a nasally woman giving the latest news and gossip from the world of Hollywood however the one sitting in the bamboo and wood chaise lounge chair didn't hear one word. No Ginger's mind was on something else. That love letter and the writer of the letter. Who could have sent it to her? Perhaps Mrs. Howell was correct and there was no other man on the island. Perhaps it was one of the other single men. How could she tell? The movie star went over it in her mind several times and came up empty. She just could not place who the author would be.

The Professor came through carrying a load of wood in his arms. The redhead turned her head towards him studying him. Was is possible he…No it couldn't be. It just couldn't. He was so serious all the time. No that man did not think of love did he? For a brief moment a smile went to her lips at the thought of him being the one…Oh put that out of your head silly! The starlet admonished herself. You know perfectly well he would do no such thing. Would he? She had to admit that it was possible there was a side to Professor Hinkley that could be hidden from everyone. She did note how he seemed to enjoy rehearsing scenes with her. How awful he felt that one time when they were acting out a particular part in a play she was in and he had fallen over and gotten a nose bleed. The man was crushed thinking he failed her and apologized for his clumsiness. There was also that time she was coaching him to be Cary Grant. The poor man tried so hard but just could not grasp it. Mary Ann told her all about how all three men came rushing in acting very strange and how bewildered she was at the Professor acting as Mr. Grant. Maybe he did wish to be more…debonair and charming. It was a puzzle in her head.

Ginger sighed to herself before seeing the Skipper walking with load of coconut and bananas. She was positive he was not the writer of the letter. He couldn't be. The man had to know she did not hold romantic interest in him. She thought of him as a wonderful kind man and a terrific captain but as far as romance that was completely out of the question. Surely he was aware of that. But what if he was trying anyway? She would have to let him down gently and firmly. Ginger did not wish to have to do that but what choice did she have? She was not about to pretend or force herself to feeling something she didn't. The movie star simply was not attracted to him and there was nothing more to say about it. Oh what if she did have to tell him all that? The last thing she wished was to hurt him but there was no other way around it.

Gilligan them came running by with his butterfly net in his hands. Ginger smiled as he buzzed into the jungle to capture that elusive insect. He was a sweet boy. And she had to wonder. Was it at all possible that she was wrong and Gilligan did…No she could not be wrong. That sailor man was smitten with the girl from Kansas. There was no possible way he would write her Ginger letter declaring his love for her. No. No she was not going to entertain that though. Besides she still believed any love note he wrote would be more innocent and childlike. Endearing and sweet. The letter she received was deeper. And again if Gilligan wrote anything it would be first and foremost address to Mary Ann and Mary Ann alone.

This was very perplexing to her. How was she ever going to find out? Clearly this man did not wish to be known just yet. He was not ready to reveal himself to her. But it was absolutely driving her crazy! She had to know! If it was the Skipper she had to put an end to it. If it was the Professor she…she what? A faint blush came to her cheeks. What if it was the Professor? No she was being stupid again. It was not him. Stop thinking that.

Ginger reached over and flicked off the radio. This was doing her no good. She got up and headed over to the kitchen area where Mary Ann was stirring something in a pot. "Need any help?" She asked of her hutmate.

"Sure." She smiled. "Can you hand me those carrots?"

"Here you go." Ginger said handing her the plate of the orange vegetable.

"You okay?" Mary Ann questioned as she stirred in the carrots.

"I can't stop thinking about that letter. And I can't stop thinking about who may have written it. It's driving me crazy! I tell myself it can't be the Skipper or the Professor. What was written just does not seem like anything they would express. And I told you before it cannot possibly be Gilligan. He likes you not me. And then I think maybe it is the Skipper or the Professor and..Oh I don't know…" Ginger said frustrated. "I wish this man would just tell me who he is!"

The brunette smiled. "Ginger let me ask you something. If it was the Skipper what would you do?"

The movie star sighed. "I would have to tell him I'm sorry but nothing can happen. I don't love him in that way. He's a wonderful kind man and a terrific sea captain but I don't feel anything more than that. I would hate to do it but I would have no choice."

"Okay." The farm girl said tasting her soup and then adding a bit of pepper before stirring again. "What about the Professor?"

Ginger felt flush and her cheeks reddened again. "What…what about him?"

"If he was the one who wrote the letter how would you feel?"

"Um…well…I…" Ginger's temperature shot up at the very thought of that man…"I…Well.."

Mary Ann laughed. "Gee Ginger could it be possible you have a crush on the Professor?"

"What…what are you talking about?" The movie star stammered her palms getting sweaty.

"I mean Ginger that you are very quick to say that you would tell the Skipper no thank you and you are convinced Gilligan would never write you a love letter however when it comes to the Professor possibly being the writer you get all flustered. Much like he does around you I may add." Mary Ann grinned. "I think you like him."

"I…I don't know what you are talking about." Ginger protested. "You are..Oh shut up!" She turned and stormed away as the farm girl just laughed.

Ginger went into her hut sitting down at her table. Oh what did Mary Ann know! She did not have a crush on the Professor. No she didn't. That farm girl was just out in the tropical sun too long. The move star put that thought out of her mind and retrieved the key to her diary from the make-up jar. She placed it in the lock and opened the book pulling out the letter. Her eyes read it once more and a smile came to her face. Such sweet loving letter. No one ever said those things about her before. How wonderful of the Pro…Oh stop that! She chided herself. Great now that silly farm girl…Oh she could just wring her little neck. Ginger placed the letter back in her diary and shut the book locking it once more. She threw the key back in the jar and sat with her elbows on the table sighing. The movie star wondered if she would ever know the answer to the mystery.

Dinner

Ginger walked out to the communal area where everyone was gathered around the table. Skipper was at the head of the table. Mr. and Mrs. Howell were on one side. Mary Ann was on the other end. Gilligan was sitting on another side with the Professor. There was an empty spot next to academic so she walked over and sat down. He turned his eyes towards her for a minute before going back to his food.

The movie star took a spoonful of the soup and looked around the table. The Skipper was chatting up with Mr. Howell about a baseball game. Gilligan was joining in on that conversation. Mary Ann was talking to Mrs. Howell about the radio soap opera she listened to about Old Dr. Young. Ginger's eyes went to the sea captain, then the first mate and then the academic. One of these men was her mystery admirer and she was clueless to know just who. She sighed and took another spoonful of soup.

"Something wrong?" The Professor asked her.

Ginger swallowed her soup and placed the spoon down. "No nothing…I…Well I..I got a love letter today. From a secret admirer. I can't figure out who it was from."

"Oh?" He said intrigued. "What did it say?"

The movie star smiled a bit to herself thinking of the lovely words that were written. "Just some nice things about my beauty and that my voice is like an angel. It was very romantic." She sighed.

"I see." The Professor said taking a bite of a breadfruit muffin. "It does sound rather nice."

"I just wish I knew who wrote it! I couldn't help but wonder…"

"Wonder what?"

"Oh forget it. It's silly." Ginger said dismissively turning her attention back to her dinner.

"Tell me." The academic pressed. " What can't you help but wonder."

"Well." The movie star said. "That maybe there is another man on this island. You know how we did not know that Wrongway Feldman was living here all that time? Perhaps there is another who is residing on the island. You think it could be possible?"

The Professor smiled to himself before speaking. "Well anything is possible but I highly doubt there is anyone else here Ginger. We have been all over this island and there is no sign of another person."

"I know but still. Maybe he is hiding because he's too shy to show himself. Maybe this love letter is his way of coming out. You think that could be the case?"

"Again Ginger that is a good possibility but I have to state that logically I do not believe another person is inhabiting this island. Having explored most of the caves, I can tell you for certain no one in hiding in them. There would be no other place of them to go."

"I guess you are right." The movie star said. "But maybe they live on a nearby island…"

"I think that would be pushing it a bit." The Professor said with a smile. "I find it highly unlikely."

"Yeah I guess so." The redhead conceded. "I only wish I had some idea..Maybe he will write me another one."

"Perhaps." Roy said happy his plan was going accordingly. Ginger had no idea the writer of the letter was sitting right next to her. This was better than he could have hoped for. And he would write her one more letter. Just one more. Keep her guessing. And then that is when he would move in. By the time he was through, she would want the author to be him and then when he confessed it was in fact him, she would be so happy…she would then throw her arms around him and then…Well first thing was first. He had to get started on that second letter and he had to keep everything in check. Could not let it slip that he was the one.

Dinner came to a close and Gilligan offered to help Mary Ann with the dishes. Ginger went back to her hut and retrieved her diary. She decided to walk out to the lagoon and sit alone for a bit. There was a lot on her mind. That letter for one thing. She opened her diary and began to write.

I got a mysterious love letter today. I am at loss as to who wrote it.
Mrs. Howell believes that it has to be on of the three single men on this land. I thought about that but I can't seem to think that any of them would write me a love letter.
It is a puzzle to me.

Mary Ann asked me how I would feel if it was the Skipper. I told her that I would have to tell him under no certain terms that nothing could happen. I do not love him and I'm not attracted to him. It would hurt him I know but it is what I would have to do. Then she asked me what I would do if it was the Professor. I have to admit I had no answer to that. She then accused me of having a crush on the man. I think that is just absurd! I do not have a crush on the Professor. To even suggest that is just…Well it's not true.

Ginger closed her diary and thought about it. Did she have a crush on the Professor? Why couldn't she answer Mary Ann before? Oh this was just stupid! Of course she did not have…A memory entered her mind. One of her and the Professor in the jungle. When that Duke had tried to make an advance at her and the Professor was tasked to pretend to be her boyfriend. She recalled how for some reason she was joyful at the chance to be all alone with the academic. How good it felt to be so close to him and…what it was like to kiss him. How wonderful his lips felt against her own. It was like magic. The sheer thrilling exhilaration she felt surging…Wait what was she doing? Oh she could really throttle that farm girl! Putting those thoughts in her head! A crush on the Professor! Really!

The Professor's Hut

Roy sat back and read over the love letter he was going to leave for Ginger. He wanted to make sure it sounded perfect. And that she still would not suspect anything.

Ginger my darling angel,

You are still by far the most beautiful being to grace God's green Earth. Those delicate hands, those mystifying eyes that shine like two perfect emerald jewels.
I long for the day I can hold you in my arms and kiss those perfect pouty lips.
You are a true heavenly vision. One I wish to be my own!
If only I had the courage to confess my true feelings to you my gorgeous angel!
Please my darling you must know that you will always have a special place in my heart.
Now and forever.

Perfect. Just perfect. Ginger was sure to love it. He would again wait until everyone had retired for the night before placing the note for the starlet. Roy could hardly wait for her reaction and her wonderment of who was leaving these letters of love to her. He wondered perhaps if she would try to use her seduction to get the truth out. A part of him would enjoy that immensely however he did not wish for her try it with the other two men. While he knew that Ginger did not suspect Gilligan to be the one, it was possible she may try to get out of him if Skipper is the one. He did not wish for that. Hopefully it would not come to that. He would find a way to get her thinking of him.

Tomorrow at breakfast. She would be thinking of the new letter she received and he would begin his flirtations with her. Just little things that would make her smile and see him in a new light. He knew that he could just as easily confess to her that he loved her but he did not wish to experience that sting of rejection. No. He had to get her to love him and then when she did, he would reveal himself as the writer of the love letters.

He folded up the letter and placed it inside the envelope sealing it. The Professor placed it underneath some of his other papers before deciding to head out and enjoy the warm tropical evening. He strolled to the lagoon where he found Ginger sitting clutching her diary in her hands. Her mind seemed to be intent on figuring out a puzzle.
His eyes went over her lovely features. Her red hair for one. How he loved her hair. Roy believed that is what made her so darn beautiful. He prayed that she never ever tampered with it. Never decided she should be a blonde or a brunette. No. He wished for her to always always keep her beautiful shiny red locks. She just would not be Ginger without that golden red mane.

The Professor walked up to her and sat down next to her on the log. "Hello." He greeted.

"Oh hi Professor." Ginger replied. "What are you doing here?"

"Just thought I would take advantage of this pleasant evening. You?"

"I'm still thinking about that love letter. I just can't get my mind off of it. I keep thinking about who could have written it to me and…I don't know I just can't seem to come up with who it would be."

"Ginger." He said placing his hand on her. "Maybe you are thinking too much about it. Often times the solutions to a problem are right in front of you. You just have to see them."

The movie star smiled. "You just have a scientific answer for everything don't you?"

"I suppose I do. I have always found using logic and reason helps in dealing with a pressing problem." He responded.

"I don't know if that will help me here." Ginger sighed.

"You should give it a try." The Professor suggested. "You may surprise yourself to find just how simple the answer can be."

"Really?"

"Yes really. I told you. The answer can be right in front of you." He then got up and strolled down towards the other end of the lagoon.

Ginger watched as he walked away. Answer right in front of her. Logic and reason.
Well she supposed it couldn't hurt. Maybe the Professor was right. Maybe the answer was right there. She just needed to be able to see it.