Kary squealed with delight as her husband removed the blindfold, and the
pilot helped her down from the private sea-plane. "Oh my God,
John," she cried, dancing like an excited child through the lapping
waves onto the milky-white beach. "Where are we?"
John watched his wife's antics with amusement. "Happy anniversary,
my love. We are on one of the world's few remaining desert
islands, in the middle of the Pacific; one hundred miles from
She continued running around the beach, screaming, but then finally
stopped, panting heavily for breath. "If this is what you've done
for 39 years of marriage," she asked, her eyes filled with anticipation,
"what will you do for 50?"
"I'll send a plane to pick you up," shouted John over the rising roar of
the plane's engines.