Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

by the sideboard, holding two water glasses filled to the brim with ice.

“Where did those come from?” I asked, setting the platter down on the wooden trivet.

“The florist next to the bakery,” he said, placing the glasses beside our plates with careful precision. “They looked fresh. I thought the table looked a bit gray lately.”

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