Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

“He is your doctor, and he is your friend,” I said, taking a step closer. “And I am your wife.”

“I do not need a keeper, Martha,” he said, though the usual bite was missing from his voice.

“Tell me honestly, Arthur,” I said, sitting down in the plastic chair next to him. “Are you really going to let your pride kill you?”

He flinched,continue reading …