Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

lot was full.”

Clara crossed her arms, her fingers still tapping against her sleeve, but she did not speak.

Arthur took two steps toward me, his eyes staying on my face instead of looking at David or Clara.

“I took the medication this morning, Martha,” he said, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out the amber plastic bottle. “With my lunch, just continue reading …