Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

he sick?”

David sighed and polished his wire-rimmed glasses with the corner of his white lab coat, a slow, deliberate movement he always used when delivering tough news.

“I can only tell you what I tell all my patients’ spouses,” David said, his voice dropping an octave. “Arthur needs to move, and he needs to do it now.”

He looked at me with a gravity continue reading …