Years ago my 25-year old sister—embracing the lures of post sixties American culture — died in a tabloid-style catastrophe of drugs and sex. Now daily occurrences in my present life mingle with interlocking branches of her story — news reports, trial testimony, police interviews, family discussions. As I enter the web of Ellen's story, I hope to discover the fabric of my own identity.
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