Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

At ten minutes to six, I pulled my wool coat from the closet and picked up the navy blue bag. The air outside was crisp, carrying the scent of damp autumn leaves.

I opened the front door and stepped onto the porch, letting the screen door click shut behind me. Arthur stood in the hallway, watching me through the screen.

“Martha,” he called out, his voice continue reading …