Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

a dry branch hitting the window.

“He found the contract,” I said, holding my hot mug of tea with both hands for warmth.

“I told you to keep those documents at my house,” Clara said, her voice short and brisk. “Men are always curious when they feel their authority slipping.”

“He thinks the whole sixty days was a trick,” I said. “He looked continue reading …