Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

voice low so the receptionist would not hear. “The three-hundred-dollar charge from August.”

David looked down at his clipboard, then back up at me, his smile fading into a cautious, neutral line.

“You know I cannot discuss his specific medical records without his consent, Martha.”

“David, we have known each other since we were teenagers,” I said. “Is continue reading …