Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

tracking Arthur’s posture with a practiced, medical intensity. “A three-mile walk is not a punishment, Arthur, it is a ticket to your next ten years.”

Arthur snorted but did not turn back toward the driveway where our sedan was parked.

We began to walk, our pace set by David’s slow, deliberate stride as we entered the canopy of damp maple trees.

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