Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

camp.”

“The agreement is on the table,” I said, turning to face him. “I am leaving at six.”

He looked at the two pages, then back at the suitcase, his chest rising and falling in shallow, quick breaths.

“This is crazy, Martha,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “We are senior citizens.”

“That does not mean we are dead,” I said.continue reading …