He never used to anxiously wait for his wife to come home. But it was the envelope that arrived in the mail that prompted him to sneak peeks out the window. Around six, her light blue Camry pulled into the driveway, coming to an abrupt stop inches away from the bumper of his red Titan. Instead of cringing, he fiddled with the envelope in a nonchalant way.
Tracy Rose watched as his wife entered their home; he didn’t say a word. She threw her work shoes by the closet and dropped her keys into the beige woven basket situated on the half wall. He paid little attention to what she said; more than likely, it regarded how horrible her day went. A customer service rep for the post office, Lindsay had her fair share of disgruntled customers. Tracy was thankful that her only interaction with them was over the phone!
The woman wasted no time shredding her clothes while making her way to their bedroom; he stopped for a moment to admire her body. She was no longer the rail thin young lady he had met in the chow hall nine years prior. Her medium brown skinned body filled in well over the years. What he wanted to do, without a doubt was follow her into their bedroom! But he delayed that urge until the two got to the bottom of what was in that envelope!
Still ranting, Lindsay came back into the living room, wearing nothing but a white A-shirt and orange short shorts. Tracy wondered why she even bothered; both garments covered little to nothing! Her dreads had escaped their bun, the dark brown locks with honey blond tips flowed well beyond her shoulders.
“... And that was a fucking waste of my gaddamn time! Anyway...,” her dark brown eyes gazed up at him. She leaned in to give him her usual greeting, a kiss on the lips before she noticed how he looked at her. “What? Hey... what’s that?” she drew her attention to the manila envelope in his hands. Tracy came out of his trance as he gave her a lingering kiss on the lips.
“Something came in the mail for you.” he handed the envelope to her. Her eyes widened as she took note of the presidential seal.
“Wait... is that...?”
“Yep. Presidential seal! You know I always open your mail but that-”
“Huh; your nosy ass finally admits it!” she gave him a smirk as she opened her mail.
“Shut up!” Tracy playfully shoved his wife. He looked on as she pulled the contents out: three sheets of paper and an airline ticket.
To Mrs. Lindsay Rochelle Rose:
With great exuberance, I inform you that our government requires your participation in a top-secret training program. As President of the United States, it was my personal duty to inform you of this choice.
I am not obligated to discuss the matter in depth until we meet in person. Yet, a dependable source chose you due to your dedicated service in the United States Marine Corps. Included with this letter are further instructions along with a liable mean of transportation. Please be advised that participation in this program is mandatory.
I look forward to meeting you to discuss the matter at hand extensively. Furthermore, I extend my gratitude for taking this matter with utmost concern. If you have any questions beforehand, feel free to contact the number provided. Semper Fidelis and may God bless you.
Lindsay gave out a nervous laugh as she looked at her husband.
“It’s... it’s a joke. Yeah...”
“I don’t know, Linds. If this was emailed then... maybe. But... that seal is the real thing!” Tracy took the letter and ran his fingers over the stamp.
“But it’s so... vague. Top-secret training? For what? And... why,” she mumbled as she looked over the second sheet of paper. As the first letter stated, further details were listed but vaguer than the letter. Two things Lindsay took away from it: her departure date in two weeks from the Phoenix Sky Harbor to Dulles. The other thing? The year-long training scheduled in New Mexico. “Whoa... what?! A year?! Fuck that; I ain’t going!” she shook her head. Tracy looked on in amusement.
“Well... that isn’t fair... but if this is real... you don’t have a choice...”
“But... you see how crazy this all is, right? I just got a two week notice to pack my shit for D.C. for God knows how long and then a year away in New Mexico?! Bullshit! I was picked because I was a Marine? The only good I did there was fire from a tank!”
“Yeah but... not a lot of women can say that, you know...,” her husband pointed out. “Here’s that number he mentioned. Call and see if this is for real, at least!”
“You know... I’ll do just that!”