By Amanda Eyre Ward
Joseph and Isabelle Winters appear to have all of it: a grand domestic in Holt, big apple, a trio of radiant daughters, and a feeling that they're secure of their prosperous nook of the US. but if five-year-old Ellie disappears, the fault traces in the relations are uncovered: Joseph, as soon as a winning businessman, succumbs to his demons; Isabelle retreats into stories of her debutante days in Savannah; and Ellie’s bereft sisters develop apart–Madeline reluctantly remains domestic, whereas Caroline runs away.
Fifteen years later, Caroline, now a brand new Orleans cocktail waitress, sees a photo of a lady in undefined. confident that it's Ellie all grown up, Caroline embarks on a look for her lacking sister. Armed with copies of the picture, an novice detective consultant, and a cooler of Dixie beer, Caroline travels throughout the New Mexico wasteland, the mountains of Colorado, and the smoky underworld of Montana, decided to salvage her damaged relatives.
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Joseph and Isabelle Winters appear to have all of it: a grand domestic in Holt, big apple, a trio of radiant daughters, and a feeling that they're secure of their prosperous nook of the United States. but if five-year-old Ellie disappears, the fault strains in the relations are uncovered: Joseph, as soon as a winning businessman, succumbs to his demons; Isabelle retreats into thoughts of her debutante days in Savannah; and Ellie’s bereft sisters develop apart–Madeline reluctantly remains domestic, whereas Caroline runs away.
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Ken nodded soberly. He gathered the photos and leaned toward my mother. “Leonard Christopher has told his cellmate there were other girls. Since Yonkers is only twenty miles from here, we decided to contact you when Leonard described a girl who sounds like your…,” his voice trailed off, but just for a moment. “Like Ellie,” he said, and then he continued. “Leonard Christopher’s trial begins in February. His cellmate is willing to testify. ” “Christ,” said Ron, shaking his head. ” said my mother.
Ask your sister,” he said, again. I looked at my cigarette, glowing between my fingers, and I brought it to my lips. FIVE I GAVE MADELINE her first cigarette when she was thirteen. “Now, tap the pack,” I said, demonstrating against the inside of my own wrist. She did as I told her, her forehead creased with concentration. Her white hair fell against her cheek. “Take one out,” I said. She looked up. ” From the floor, where she was sitting on her knees and turning the pages of Miss Nelson Is Missing, Ellie giggled, and I saw the space where she had lost her first tooth.
I’m bringing all the Lord of the Rings books,” said Madeline. “OK,” I said. “And clothes. ” said Ellie. “Not you, probably,” I admitted. ” said Ellie. “Sure,” I said. ” It was strange to pack up our rooms. We had to leave so much behind, but we had things we didn’t need, or even want, when it came down to it. I wanted all of my hair stuff, I’m embarrassed to say, and my self-tanning cream and pink razor. There was a part of me that believed looking beautiful was the source of all happiness. My mother had told us as much, every time she started to ramble and elaborate on what a beauty she had once been.