Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

that made my chest feel tight.

“Get him walking, Martha,” David added. “Do not let him sit in that chair all winter.”

“But what about the tests?” I asked.

He turned and walked down the hallway toward the examination rooms, leaving my question hanging in the quiet lobby.

By seven that evening, the smell of roasted garlic filled the colonial continue reading …