Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

to help with the dishes.

“You cooked,” he said. “I will wash.”

“I can at least dry them,” I said.

“Go sit on the deck,” he said, gesturing toward the back door. “The air is still warm, and the sun is just starting to go down behind the maples.”

I took my mug of tea and walked out onto the wooden deck, the dry autumn leaves rustling under my slippers as continue reading …