Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

locks,” Arthur said, taking another bite of the chicken. “He said the stone work was something to see.”

“We could drive over there some weekend,” I said, keeping my tone casual, as if it were a routine suggestion.

Arthur did not answer, but he did not dismiss the idea with his usual complaints about his back or the price of gasoline.

At four o’clock, continue reading …