She shouldn’t trust herself! I had no idea what to tell her. She had left a trail of hurt, all in service of her restless, fevered, formidable mind. Live free, or what?—Live like the rest of us, live like me? For Ollie there seemed to be an unlimited cup of possibility, a bank of brilliant clouds against a perfect blue sky, a taut ribbon flickering in the distance. As Dad always said when Ollie crossed the finish line, “Your sister is a winner.”
