Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

the log.”

“Good,” Clara said, her voice softening just a fraction. “Keep it that way.”

She reached into her purse and pulled out her car keys, her fingernails clicking against the metal ring.

“I have to get back to the office,” she said, looking at me. “Are we still on for our walk tomorrow morning, Martha?”

“I will be here,” I said.

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