Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

we want. Ten minutes of rest, and then we walk back.”

I sat between them, the cold wood of the bench chilling my legs through my slacks.

Arthur did not lean back; he kept his hands on his knees, his fingers twitching slightly as he stared at the dry creek bed below the bridge.

“The air is cleaner out here than in the house,” Arthur said, his tone milder continue reading …