Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

a swift, sharp tug. “You are risking a lot on a man who prefers his recliner to his wife.”

We carried the bag to the front closet, placing it right next to the umbrella stand where Arthur would see it the moment he came out of the den.

By five o’clock, the shadow of the neighbor’s maple tree had stretched across the kitchen floor. Arthur stood near the continue reading …