Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

his stiff right knee.

He leaned back in his chair, and I noticed the rapid, shallow rise and fall of his chest under his blue flannel shirt.

He seemed winded just from the effort of complaining.

“Your breathing is heavy, Arthur,” I said.

“It is just the humidity,” he muttered, though the autumn air outside was crisp and dry.

He pushed continue reading …