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On the day the world received its first phone call from heaven, Tess Rafferty was unwrapping a box of tea bags. Drrrrnnn! She ignored the ring. THE FIRST PHONE CALL FROM HEAVEN tells the story of a small town on Lake Michigan that gets worldwide attention when its citizens start. One morning in the small town of Coldwater, Michigan, the phones start ringing. The voices say they are calling from heaven. Is it the greatest miracle ever?.

Noticing a small camera above the doorframe, he instinctively yanked off his cap, swiped at his thick brown hair, and looked into the lens. After a minute with no response, he let himself in. The warmth of the funeral home was almost smothering. Its walls were paneled in dark oak. A desk with no chair held an open sign-in book. He appeared to be in his late sixties. Sully did this now, finished unfinished sentences, believing that the words people do not speak are louder than the ones they do.

Cremated remains can be sprinkled at sea, placed in a helium balloon, scattered from an airplane …. He tried carrying it one-handed, but that felt too casual. He tried cradling it in his palms, but that felt like an offering. He finally clasped it to his chest, arms crossed, the way a child carries a book bag.

He walked this way for half a mile through the Coldwater streets, his heels splashing through rainwater. When he came upon a bench in front of the post of- fice, he sat down, placing the urn carefully beside him. The rain finished.

Church bells chimed in the distance. Protected her. That would never change.

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He sat on that bench for a long while, fallen man, porcelain angel, as if the two of them were waiting for a bus. The news of life is carried via telephone.

Tess sat on her kitchen floor now, waiting for that sound to come again. For the past two weeks, her phone had been carrying the most stunning news of all. Her mother existed , somewhere, somehow. She reviewed the latest conversation for the hundredth time. Her mother always said that when she called in from a trip—a hotel, a spa, even a visit to her relatives half an hour away. The line went silent. Tess stared at the receiver as if holding a human bone.

It was totally illogical. She knew that. There was no doubt. It was her. Tess drew her knees in to her chest. Since the first call, she had remained inside, eating only crackers, cereal, hard-boiled eggs, whatever she had in the house. She ran a hand through her long, unwashed blond hair.

A shut-in to a miracle? What would people say?

A few words from heaven had rendered all the words on earth inconsequential. Jack Sellers sat by his desk inside the converted redbrick house that served as headquarters for the Coldwater Police Department.

It appeared to his coworkers that he was typing up reports. But he, too, was waiting for a ringing.

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It had been the most bizarre week of his life. Two calls from his dead son. Two conversations he thought he would never have again. She had fallen into depression and teared up at the mere mention of his name.

What would he say to her? That their boy, killed in battle, was now alive somewhere? Then what? Jack himself had no clue what to make of this.

He only knew that each time that phone rang, he grabbed for it like a gunslinger. His second call, like the first, had come on a Friday afternoon. He shut the door. A minute later, the phone rang again. He checked the caller ID bar. As with the previous times, it read unknown.

Katherine Yellin lay back on the bed, her red hair flattening against the pillow. She crossed her arms and squeezed the salmon-pink flip phone that had once belonged to Diane.

Diane had said that in her second call, which, like the first—like all these strange calls to Coldwater—had come on a Friday. Better than we dreamed.

The word Katherine most loved in that sentence was we. The Yellin sisters had a special bond, like tethered children scaling small-town life together. Diane, older by two years, had walked Katherine to school each day, paved the way for her in Brownies and Girl Scouts, got her braces off when Katherine got hers on, and refused, at high school dances, to take the floor until Katherine had someone to dance with too. Both sisters had long legs, strong shoulders, and could swim a mile in the lake during the summer.

Both attended the local community college. They cried together when their parents died. When Diane married, Katherine was her maid of honor; three Junes later, the positions were reversed. Each had two kids—girls for Diane, boys for Katherine. Their houses were a mile apart. Even their divorces fell within a year of one another. Only in health had they diverged. Diane had endured migraines, an irregular heartbeat, high blood pressure, and the sudden aneurysm that killed her at the too-young age of forty-six.

But now she understood. Diane—sweet, fragile Diane—had been called for a reason. Katherine smiled. Through the pink flip phone she held to her chest, she had rediscovered the sister she could never lose.

You have to start over. According to the hospital, she slipped away during a thunderstorm on the first day of summer.

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Sully was still in prison, nine weeks from release. When they informed him, his entire body went numb.

He draped himself in her sad memory, because it was the closest thing to having her around. He placed the angel urn on a shelf by a couch where Jules, two months shy of his seventh birthday, lay sleeping. Sully sat down, slumping into the chair. He was still adjusting to freedom. You might think that after ten months in prison, a man would bask in liberation. But the body and mind grow accustomed to conditions, even terrible ones, and there were still moments when Sully stared at the walls, as listless as a captive.

He had to remind himself he could get up and go out. He reached for a cigarette and looked around this cheap, unfamiliar apartment, a second-story walk-up, heated by a radiator furnace. Outside the window was a cluster of pine trees and a small ravine that led to a stream. He remembered catching frogs there as a kid. Besides, where would he go? His job and home were gone. His money had been depleted by lawyers.

He watched two squirrels chase each other up a tree and kidded himself that Giselle might have actually liked this place, once she got past the location, the size, the dirt, and the peeling paint.

He looked through the peephole. Mark Ashton stood on the other side, holding two grocery bags. Mark and Sully had been navy squadron mates; they flew jets together. They shared a quick, awkward hug, and Mark followed Sully into the main room.

He saw Jules on the couch and lowered his voice. Mark laid the bags between unpacked boxes on the kitchen counter. He noticed an ashtray full of cigarette butts and several glasses in the sink—small glasses, the kind you fill with alcohol, not water.

Without the bags in his hands, Mark had no distraction. They know you went to prison , Sully thought, finishing the unfinished sentence. I already said what happened. A million times. They believed something else.

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He kept his gaze on the tips of his shoes. Horace was dead well before Giselle called him. The stories kept jumping around to the point of confusion and annoyance. Sully wakes and pushes himself free of the wreckage. This section contains 2, words approx. At the high school football field construction begins on a stage that will hold Katherine and the other Coldwater miracles. He receives a phone call, which he answers.

She tells him that she took out all of her phones and gave them away.

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