Fiction | March 01, 2007
Creve Coeur
Jacob M. Appel
Winner of the 2006 Jeffrey E. Smith Editors’ Prize for fiction
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The woman who was not my mother was named Sheila Stanton, and at the age of nineteen she was held captive for ninety-one days by the Red Ribbon Strangler. That was during 1967, the Summer of Love. After she was freed by a swat team, Stanton found herself the nation’s celebrity du jour.
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