Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

just tell me?” I asked.

“Because admitting it makes it real to him,” David said, picking up a prescription pad from his desk. “And he is too proud to let you see him as anything less than the man you married forty years ago.”

“We need to start the medication today,” I said, standing up from the chair.

“He has a fresh prescription waiting continue reading …