Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

sitting across from him with my mug of cinnamon tea.

Arthur looked down at his plate, then cleared his throat, his hand resting flat on the table. “What is that book you were talking about yesterday? The one for your library group?”

I paused, my fork halfway to my mouth, wondering if I had heard him correctly through the hum of the continue reading …