Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

and easy.

At one o’clock, I parked the car on Maple Street, right outside the brick building that housed the townhouse leasing office.

Arthur had stayed home to rest his knee and watch a football game, though he had left the television volume at a normal level for the first time in months.

The brass key felt cold in my hand as I walked up the concrete continue reading …