Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

screen of his tablet as he scrolled through local hardware store liquidation listings.

The grandfather clock in the hallway was silent, its pendulum stopped since the spring, leaving only the sound of our forks scraping against the stoneware.

“Arthur,” I said, setting my fork down.

He did not look up from a listing for electric drills. “What?”

“Name one continue reading …