Jon started to get up.
"Jon, stay here. I'll deal with it," Karyn said.
She walked back to the main room with Sarah.
There was knocking on the front door. Karyn was hesitant, but she did finally open the door.
It was a mailman.
"Oh, hello," he said. "I've got a package here for ... a Jon Smith?"
"He's here. But he's in bed, recovering from an injury."
"Oh. Well, that's okay. All I need is a signature."
Karyn signed and the mailman gave her the package, which was only about the size of a shoebox.
"How did you get here?" Karyn asked him.
He looked confused. "With my mail truck." Karyn looked past him and saw a mailtruck parked on a paved driveway. "What? You actually thought I walked all the way here? That would be quite a hike. Anyway, have a nice day." And he walked back to his truck and drove away.
"That driveway wasn't there before," Sarah pointed out.
Karyn shook the package. She didn't hear anything.
"What do you think it is?" Sarah asked.
"I don't know."
"Aren't you going to open it?"
"It's for Jon. I'll let him open it."
"Fine. Whatever."
Karyn took the package to Jon and gave it to him.
