Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

the extra arch support,” he said, tapping the blue cardboard lid. “Eighty-five dollars plus tax.”

I handed him my card, my mind counting the total. Five hundred and eighty-five dollars of my own savings gone in six hours.

He wrapped the box in a plastic bag, and I carried it out to the parking lot like a heavy secret.

I opened the trunk of my Buick and continue reading …