Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

him.

I set a small plate of grilled chicken in front of him, waiting for the inevitable sigh or the demand for a roast beef sandwich.

Instead, he picked up his salad fork and took a slow, deliberate bite of the spinach.

“This is actually crisp,” he said, chewing without looking up.

“The farm stand down on Route Four still had some late greens,” I said,continue reading …