Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

filled the kitchen as I finished carving the roasted chicken. I transferred the pieces to our blue willow platter, wiping a stray drop of gravy from the rim with a damp dish towel. Through the doorway, I could hear the rustle of a napkin and the soft clink of silverware against the stoneware plates.

I walked into the dining room carrying the platter continue reading …