Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

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“You actually got him to wear them, Martha,” David said, nodding at the stiff grey laces.

“They were on the kitchen table,” Arthur muttered, rubbing his right knee through his heavy sweatpants. “And it is barely forty degrees out here. In my day, people stayed indoors until the frost cleared.”

David took a step forward, his eyes continue reading …