Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

week of August.

Arthur moved his leg, his right knee making a dry popping sound in the quiet room.

“What do you have there?” he asked, his voice sharp.

“It looks like an outstanding bill from David’s clinic,” I said, holding the paper by its edge so he could see the red lettering. “For diagnostic tests back in August.”

Arthur lurched forward in his chair,continue reading …