Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

to run away and hide in the woods, let him.”

I looked out at the small square of lawn that came with the unit. A few damp autumn leaves had stuck to the glass of the patio door, gray and decaying in the morning light, reminding me of the deck at home.

“He was frightened,” I said softly.

“We are all frightened of getting old, Martha,” Clara said, her fingernails continue reading …