Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

began to toss the vegetables in the oil, his movements careful and methodical. The silver band on his left hand caught the low sun, clean and polished against his tanned skin.

“I will set the table,” I said, moving toward the dining room door.

“Use the blue plates,” he said, not looking up from his task. “The ones from our anniversary.”

I stopped at the continue reading …