Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

opened the pantry door, her eyes scanning the empty wire shelves. “You could fit three weeks of groceries in here easily, especially if you do not have to buy those sugar-free cookies Arthur likes.”

“Arthur is not coming here, Clara,” I said, my voice flat.

She stopped her hand on the pantry knob and turned to look at me, her mouth set in a straight continue reading …