Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

of the present. The old habit of dismissing new ideas with a gruff comment about how things used to be was entirely gone.

“We could plant some heirloom tomatoes in those beds,” I said, watching his face.

“And some of those sweet bell peppers you like,” he added. “The ones that never do well in our shaded backyard.”

The oven timer buzzed, its sharp ring continue reading …