Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

me, pulling the blanket up over his shoulder and staring at the wallpaper.

“I am tired, Martha,” he said. “We can discuss your lists in the morning.”

The full bottle of pills rattled in my pocket as I watched him pretend to sleep.

By ten o’clock the next morning, we were sitting in examination room three at the Oak Creek Health Clinic,continue reading …