Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

on.”

He leaned back, his right hand resting quietly on his thigh without his usual rubbing of his knee.

The ease between us felt almost dizzying, like a sudden warm afternoon in the middle of November.

I wondered if the long weeks of silence and the cold walks were finally behind us.

“We have another walk scheduled for tomorrow morning,” I said, watching continue reading …