Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

more than the walking, Arthur,” I said, wiping down the clean counter with a damp sponge.

“You are abandoning our vows,” he said, his face flushing a dull red. “You are walking out over minor complaints.”

“I am asking you to live, Arthur, not just sit in that chair until your heart stops,” I said, keeping my back to him as I rinsed the sponge.

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