Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

living room for a very long time.

I closed my book and laid it on the side table, watching the way the lamp light caught the silver in his hair.

“It is nice to hear you laugh, Arthur,” I said softly.

“It feels good to laugh, Martha,” he said, setting his mug down on the coaster. “I think the walking is helping my joints more than I let continue reading …