After Nine-Year-Old Sadie Called Munich, Walter Hensley Drove Through the Snow

“They’re sitting at the dining room table having dinner,” Sadie said.

“I can see them through the kitchen window.”

“Did you knock on the door, honey?” I asked.

“I knocked two times,” Sadie whispered.

“Grandma turned her back to the window.”

“Go around to the front porch right now,” I said, moving into the middle of the hotel room.

“Go and knock on the front door.”

“Dad took my shoes,” Sadie said softly.