Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

quieter, the silence between us feeling more like a shared effort than a barrier.

When we reached the cars, David shook Arthur’s hand, his grip lingering for a second longer than a casual greeting required.

“Same time on Thursday, Arthur,” David said.

“If the weather holds,” Arthur said, though he did not look at his knee this time.

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