Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

store for thirty years without a manual telling me how to talk to my wife,” he said, his shoulders tense under his plaid flannel shirt. “In my day, people did not need a signed piece of paper to live in the same house.”

“That was in your day, Arthur,” I said. “Now, we do not talk at all. You watch television, and I sit in the kitchen wondering where continue reading …