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We watch, we wait, and we pray that our loved ones find their way. There are no other roads to take. Who prayed for Sabine when at Willow’s age, in an era when there was little tolerance for women, and none for those who found themselves pregnant out of wedlock?
On Thanksgiving, Willow woke to the predawn light and the sound of the front door opening and closing. She wiped sleep from her eyes, rolled over, and on her elbows stretched to look out the window. Papa, in his shoes with holes, his breath steamy, was running down the frosty sidewalk. Loping really, as though his knees and hips pained him, and yet, he pushed himself.
Later, when families up and down the block were sitting down to turkey and stuffing, he ran again. The other hours of the day he spent in his room, avoiding the
