Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

you used to put out on the back deck,” I said.

“We will have to clean the feeders when we get back,” he said, his eyes still on the bird. “The squirrels have probably chewed through the plastic again.”

He did not sound angry about the squirrels, which was a change that made me pause.

He took another deep breath, his shoulders dropping continue reading …