Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

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“We should grow our own herbs next year,” he said. “In a small box on the back deck where the sun hits the cedar railing.”

“I would like that,” I said.

We finished our meal slowly, without the rush of television schedules or the heavy burden of unspoken grievances hanging over the table. When we were done, Arthur gathered the plates, refusing my offer continue reading …