Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

stayed there for a moment longer, his grip steady and warm, before he released me and reached for the vegetable peeler on the counter.

“Let me help with those carrots,” he said, pulling the blue ceramic bowl toward his side of the board.

“There are only four left,” I said, sliding the peeler toward his fingers.

“Then I will make quick work of them,” he continue reading …