Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

his face.

“Nine o’clock,” he said, nodding in agreement. “I will be ready.”

He stood up and stretched his arms, looking toward the hallway. “I think I will go up and wash my face before the news comes on.”

“I will be up in a few minutes,” I said.

At ten o’clock, I walked into the kitchen to tie up the garbage bag from the under-sink cabinet.