"You said you knew where you were going," Rachel said, holding the map.
"I do know where I'm going," her husband David said.
"We're lost."
"We're not lost. This is just a shortcut."
Suddenly something shot through Rachel's open window. She screamed. And David almost drove off the road.
"What?!" he yelled.
"Something flew through my window," she answered, still a bit jarred. She looked around the car and spotted the object and picked it up. "It's a stone. Can you believe that? Someone threw a stone at us."
"Yeah. I really can't believe it. I mean, who would want to throw a stone at us."
Rachel glared at her husband. They had only been married for a year and they were already getting into fights at the drop of a dime. Rachel took a deep breath and ignored David. She looked down at the stone in her hand and sighed. Then she laid back in her seat and said "You know David, I wish ..."
