Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

“I was wrong about the lease, and I was wrong about the clinic.”

The silence in the lobby lasted for several seconds, broken only by the hum of the drinking fountain near the wall.

“Let us get you into the office,” I said, reaching out to touch his sleeve. “David is waiting.”

The examination room smelled of antiseptic and clean paper continue reading …