Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

care about Italy right now.”

I reached into my cardigan pocket and pulled out a brand-new blue notebook with a clean spiral spine. I set it down on the table right next to his butter tub, its bright cover catching the morning light.

Arthur stared at the notebook, his eyebrows knitting together. “What is that for?”

“Tell me honestly, Arthur, when was the continue reading …