Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

keys today,” I said.

“You have to think about them,” Clara said. “The rental agent called me this morning to ask if you were coming by to sign the final occupancy papers tomorrow.”

I looked down at the blue notebook, tracing the spiral binding with my finger.

The receptionist, a young woman with a neat dark ponytail, cleared her throat and slid her glass continue reading …