Daytona   Sam stood on the concrete porch of his ex-wife’s trailer in Inwood Indiana, doing his best to fill the doorway. “Your daddy’s here,” Helen screamed into the dim light. She kept the screen door shut between them, resting her shoulder against the frame. Sam shifted. “How are ya, Helen? This place ain’t bad.”…

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