Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

I did,” he said, turning the page of his magazine. “I took them with my lunch, just like David said.”

“The pharmacy bag was behind the flour bin in the pantry,” I said, pulling the amber bottle from my apron.

The plastic container caught the light from the bedside lamp, the white tablets visible through the translucent brown wall.

“The bottle is full,continue reading …