Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

pocket of my purse, the metal clicking against my silver wedding band.

“Let us go see it now,” Clara said, standing up and smoothing her coat. “We have the morning.”

“Not yet,” I said, looking down at my hands.

By twelve o’clock, I was back in our colonial style kitchen. Arthur sat in his usual chair, his eyes fixed on a catalog for lawn tractors while continue reading …