Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

cold brass metal taped to the paper. “You had this key in your purse while we were making the walking schedule.”

“I needed to know I had a place to go if things did not change,” I said. “It was a deposit, Arthur, to give us both some time.”

He stood up from the desk, his stiff right knee locking for a second. The manila folders on his lap slid to the continue reading …