Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

The wind off the lake was sharp, carrying the scent of pine and decay.

I walked up the gravel path, holding the shoe box under one arm and the sealed envelope in my hand.

The steps of the cabin porch were wet, covered in yellow poplar leaves that stuck to the soles of my shoes.

I slipped the envelope into the mailbox at the end of the porch railing, continue reading …