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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... Lucy Cartright, a girl from their church. “Just look at her,” Karen said, wrinkling her nose. Anna laughed, but deep inside, felt horrible. It was like watching the character assignation of a kindred spirit, behind that spirit's back. Lucy ...
... her, and gazed instead at those around her. Lucy Cartright sat two rows down and to the right. she'd loped her stringy blond hair behind her ears. She looked like she hadn't washed in days. Her cable-knit sweater 38 Wendy MacGown.
... Lucy had tried to befriend her, almost to the point of obsession. Lucy had begged to go home with her after school, work on homework, eat lunch together and sit with her in Sunday school. She supposed Lucy blamed her disinterest on Bert ...
... Lucy's pleading, tear-streaked gaze. She hesitated, but God had called; and it was her duty to obey. She rose swiftly without fear, and helped the sobbing girl to the floor below. As the last notes of 46 Wendy MacGown.
... Lucy at the far corner of the gym. Then knee–toknee, she took Lucy's cold hands in hers and waited for her sobbing to end. She had no idea what to say, where to begin. She'd never witnessed before. “Lucy, do you want to pray?” she asked ...