Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

or without the supervisor?” Clara asked, gesturing toward Arthur.

“With,” Arthur said before I could answer. “The shoes are already dirty. No point in letting them sit in the closet.”

Clara smiled, a quick, rare expression that showed she was satisfied, and walked toward her sedan.

Arthur and I walked back to the Buick, the silence between us now light continue reading …