Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

steps to the glass door.

The young woman behind the desk, a girl named Sarah with neat brown hair, looked up and smiled.

“Back so soon, Mrs. Miller?” she asked. “I have the final lease agreement ready for your signature.”

“I am actually here to cancel the lease, Sarah,” I said.

I set the brass key on the polished wooden desk between us.continue reading …