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Margaret Atwood Reads Alice Munro

The New Yorker: Fiction

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Sadie Is Dead

Sadie had been alive when Corey made the transfer, but surely not able to get to the mailbox. The question was, had he looked in the box to see if this summer's money had been picked up? There is no news to give him because there never was any. No news about Sadie because Sadie doesn't matter and she never did. She could say something that would destroy them, but she does not have to. What a time it has taken her to figure this out. And after all, if what they had demands payment, she is the one who can afford to pay.

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