Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

in August.”

“So am I,” he said.

He took a sip of his cider, then looked over at me, a small, reminiscent smile playing on his lips.

“Do you remember the autumn of eighty-two?” he asked. “When we tried to rake the entire yard with those cheap plastic rakes we bought at the supermarket?”

I laughed, the memory coming back instantly in vivid continue reading …