Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

knee feel?” I asked.

He stood up outside the car door, shifting his weight from one foot to the other on the damp gravel.

“The knee is fine, Martha,” he said, and he did not rub the joint to emphasize his discomfort.

A light breeze shook the orange leaves from the branches above us, sending a few drifting onto the hood of the car.

The air smelled of clean continue reading …