Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

came in with a thick yellow manila folder under his arm. His rubber-soled shoes squeaked on the linoleum floor as he shut the heavy wooden door behind him, his expression serious.

“Well, look at you, Dave,” Arthur said, offering a weak smile. “You look like you are about to read a last will and testament. In my day, doctors did not continue reading …