Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

Arthur asked, his hand dropping to his right knee to rub the stiff joint. “Is there something wrong with my iron?”

“Tell me honestly, David,” I said, leaning forward in the vinyl chair. “What is in that folder?”

David placed his glasses back on his nose, adjusting them behind his ears before he looked at me. “Arthur has some blockages that we need to continue reading …