Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

“Do you want water or some of that herbal tea Clara brought over?” he asked, adjusting the fork on his side of the table.

“The tea is fine,” I said.

“I will boil the kettle,” he said, turning back toward the kitchen with an easy stride.

I sat down in my chair, looking at the empty space where the blue notebook usually sat during our continue reading …