Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

this marriage or keep watching television.”

“Where would I go?” I asked.

Clara opened her purse, her fingers moving toward her wallet. “We start looking for an apartment on Maple Street tomorrow morning.”

Dinner was a quiet affair of dry pork chops and green beans that went cold before we finished. Arthur sat across from me, his eyes glued to the bright continue reading …