Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

A young woman named Miss Gable smiled from behind a glass desk.

By nine o’clock, we were sitting across from her in a small room with two green chairs, my pen hovering over a short-term lease application.

Clara leaned forward, her shoulders straight. “You are sure about the thirty-day notice clause?”

The agent pointed a manicured finger continue reading …