Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

before he tightened his jaw. “I did not want you to look at me and see a sick old man, Martha.”

The words hung in the narrow hallway, stripped of all the grumbling and sarcasm he had used for months.

“I spent forty years looking at a strong man,” he said, his voice cracking on the last word. “I do not know how to be the person who needs help to cross continue reading …