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They backed out slowly. Gravel shifted under the tires. The flag by the mailbox moved in the breeze. When the SUV disappeared down the road toward the highway, I stayed on the porch until the dust settled back to the ground.
Then Elliot said through the speaker, “Dad?”
“I’m here.”
“I’m sorry.”
Two words. No excuse tied to the back of them. He had listened continue reading …
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