Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

“In my day, we did not wander the streets for no reason,” he said, rubbing his stiff right knee.

He shifted in his chair, and I looked down at his feet. He was wearing his old flannel slippers, the soles worn thin as paper and gray with dust.

“You need proper support,” I said.

He turned the page of his catalog with a wet thumb, leaving continue reading …