Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

is nothing wrong with my heart,” he snapped, though his hand remained gripped tightly on the counter.

I did not answer. I folded the dish towel and hung it on the stove handle, making sure the edges aligned perfectly.

“I worked thirty years at the hardware store so we could have a quiet retirement,” he said. “Now you want to turn our house into a boot continue reading …