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The War at Home By Linda Davis e-dea-na-in,” Liam said. “Yes.” Kate, his mother, attached a “E paper towel to her 9-year-old son’s shirt collar. “Three dead in Khanaqin.” “Not the war again.” Sterling rolled her eyes. She’d just started wearing mascara and small black clumps were on her lashes. “How do you understand him?” “It’s easy if you pay attention. He’s remembering what I read about this morning.” Sterling and her mother sat at the kitchen table in tall-backed, distressed wood chairs. Liam slumped forward in an old metal wheelchair. It was still light outside. The window was open and the night air was cool. A wind blew the white cotton curtains up in the air so that they fluttered like small flags. When he saw this, Liam clapped his good hand against his limp one. Sterling frowned and looked away. Kate took turns feeding herself and her son. His wheelchair had butted up to the very edge of the table so often that the wood was scraped raw. Tonight, it had taken


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