Sadie was at the kitchen table when he called.A Tuesday in March, a bowl of chili going cold in front of her. Outside the window, the snow along the fence line was gray and crusted, the way it gets in South Dakota in March when winter has forgotten how to end.Her phone buzzed on the table next to her bowl. She looked at the screen. Dad.She smiled. She always smiles when he calls. Even after eleven years.She put him on speaker, the way she always does.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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