Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

a damp smudge on the paper. “I have survived sixty-five years without special shoes.”

“Your father had those same slippers, Arthur,” I said, keeping my voice quiet. “And he stopped walking entirely by seventy.”

Arthur did not answer, his eyes remaining fixed on the picture of a red riding mower.

I stood there watching him, the hum of the old refrigerator continue reading …