Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

to the blue notebook where we logged his daily physical progress. The steady hum of the old refrigerator seemed louder in the silence.

“You lied to me,” he said, his back to the sink as he stared at the papers. “You sat there every evening and watched me write down my miles, knowing you already had an apartment waiting in town.”

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