Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

cutting through our conversation but not disturbing the quiet rhythm we had found. Arthur stood up immediately, waving his hand to keep me in my seat.

“I have it,” he said, walking back into the kitchen.

He brought the hot baking dish to the table, setting it on a trivet between our plates. The vegetables were perfectly browned, the edges of the sweet continue reading …