Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

doorway, looking back at him as he slid the iron baking dish into the preheated oven. The smell of rosemary and roasting garlic began to fill the kitchen, warm and rich.

“The blue ones are in the top cupboard,” I said.

“I know right where they are,” he said, closing the oven door with a soft click.

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