The Crystal FishbowlAuthorHouse, 29. okt. 2007 - 436 sider Anna Westover had no idea at seventeen, still grief-stricken from the loss of her grandmother, and back living with her horrible family, that Victor Spofford, a young charismatic Baptist preacher, would be the wrong choice, the worst choice. On her grandmothers insistence shed refused to even date the boy shed always loved, simply because he wasnt Baptist. Annas wedding was a dream; her new life in western Massachusetts a wondrous challengeuntil mysterious letters began to arrive. Then Victor changed . . . or was it that he finally revealed his true nature? No one would believe that he abused her. He never hitat least not intentionally. And as the preachers wife, she could confide in no one. To others, he was gorgeous, enlightened and dynamic. He knew the perfect words to give comfort or guidance. He brought scores of sinners to the Lord with his woeful childhood tales. Who was she but his meek wife, lovely yet subdued, who sat in her accustomed front-row pew each Sunday morning, gazing up at him in adoration? He was always sorry later: crying, begging forgiveness. And she wanted to believe him. He was so pitiful in his sorrow. But after he lost his job and they returned to New Hampshire, her hopes are firmly and completely crushed when another letter arrives, and she uncovers his lies. Desperate for comfort, she turns to another man. Then the violence escalates and she must take a stand. |
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... companion. Their stepfather, Henry, had changed everything. She watched as he met up with friends, a rowdy bunch who'd owned the back of the bus the entire trip. When he waved back, she couldn't help but gape; then 15 The Crystal Fishbowl.
... Henry came, things had changed; and then all of a sudden, Maryjean had shipped her back to Granny; with Rob and their half sister, April no longer part of her life. She sighed, her thoughts turning to that horrible night, picturing ...
... Henry kissing. They didn't any more, thank goodness; but when she'd been five, she'd seen them going at it more than once. She shuddered, thinking of Henry's pale blue eyes, and the way he liked to sneak into her room not long after he ...
... Henry's my stepfather . . . not my real father,” she said, barely above a whisper, glancing at a boy sitting a few feet away, hoping he couldn't hear. “After my father died, Rob and I lived with my grandmother . . . and then later, when ...
... Henry had ogled Karen at church. “Don't act the innocent,” Karen said. “Your mother couldn't wait to tell her closest friends all about it. And they told everyone.” “Told them what?” Anna asked, now standing. “You and Henry Bond,” Karen ...