Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

his plate away, his fingers brushing against the edge of the table as he reached for his water glass.

I watched him closely, realizing that the man who used to clear three acres of brush in an afternoon was struggling to sit through dinner.

He refused to look at me, his eyes fixed on the empty wall behind my head.

I tucked the receipt into my apron pocket,continue reading …