Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

into the kitchen, his shoulders square and his breathing even after his afternoon stretch. He did not head for his usual recliner in the den, nor did he look toward the blank television screen in the corner.

Instead, he came up behind me at the sink, his steps light and deliberate.

He wrapped his arms gently around my waist, leaning his chin against continue reading …