Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

the street.”

“You do not need help to cross the street,” I said, reaching out to touch his sleeve. “You need to take a pill once a day and walk three miles with me.”

“What if my heart just stops, Martha?” he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper that barely carried to my ears. “Like his did?”

“That is why we are doing the walks,” I continue reading …