Two weeks ago, police officers appeared at the Long Island, N.Y., home of Cathy Ann Marchese-Collins' parents to tell them that her sister's thigh and forearm had been identified from the World Trade Center rubble. It was the first of Laura Ann Marchese's remains to be found, and the end of Cathy's flickering hope that her baby sister, 35, had somehow escaped from the 102nd floor of the north tower, that she might, as Cathy liked to fantasize, have "met this cute guy on the elevator down and locked eyes and run off to Fiji." Stricken, Marchese-Collins did what she has...
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