Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

is better for your heart.”

Arthur poked a piece of broccoli, then dropped his fork onto the table with a sharp clatter.

“This food has absolutely no taste,” he said. “A man cannot live on weeds and dry white meat.”

“Arthur, please,” I said, my voice steady.

“In my day, we ate what we wanted and we did not have women tracking our every bite,” he said, rubbing continue reading …