Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

liquid neared the rim, his silent signal that he had enough.

“That maple tree of Miller’s is shedding all over the driveway again,” Arthur said, his voice flat. “He needs to cut those lower branches before they take out our power line.”

“The neighborhood association says it is on his property,” I said, setting the pot back on the burner. “At the library continue reading …