"I don't want him to leave, Ellie," Misty was almost crying. Ellen came out to the bedroom and sat down beside Misty on the bed, letting Misty lean on her.
"Come on, Misty, let's at least enjoy our last day," Ellen said cheerfully. Misty smiled, hopped down and then picked up Sheamus' bag.
"What are you doing?" whispered Ellen. She could hear Sheamus busy in the kitchen making something to eat.
Misty unzipped it; "I want to hold the title one more time." The championship belt was right on top and she gently lifted it as if it were a priceless piece of art. She pulled it free of the bag and marveled. As she unfolded it to its entire length, a white envelope slipped out onto the floor. Ellen picked it up and examined it. "What's that?" Misty asked.
Ellen slipped it back into the bag. "It's nothing," she said. "Put the title back. Come on." As Misty left the room, Ellen picked up the beer cooler they sometimes brought. Moments later, she came out of the bedroom, rolling the cooler along.
"Aye, bringing some beer? I have to drive, I can't," Sheamus said eyeing the cooler.
"Oh no, not that," Ellen said smiling, "sometimes around this time, you can catch a fish or two. Misty and I just pop 'em here if they look like a good meal." He smiled, eyes twinkling.
"I want to try to catch a fish," he said happily.
Ellen smiled back, "Then you shall." The three left the house and made their way to the small private dock.