Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

carpet, spilling tax receipts from three winters ago across his slippers. He did not look down at them.

“A deposit on a separate life,” he said.

He walked past me, his right leg dragging slightly on the hallway runner as he headed toward the kitchen.

When I reached the kitchen, he had thrown the folded lease onto the counter, right next continue reading …