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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... Rippley's protégé, an almost-minister, who had to be married by now. Like her, he'd come from a troubled family: she couldn't recall the details. Maybe he too longed for a loving family, like hers had been before Daddy died. She smiled ...
... Rippley sponsored.” “Victor Spofford,” Anna said, and lowered her glass. He'd appeared as if in answer to prayer. He seemed to be looking right at her. His face had filled out, matured. He was a man now. She looked down at her plate ...
... New Hampshire,” she said, and brushed a strand of hair from her cheek. He was even more handsome up close. Yet his face showed no sign of recognition. “Do you remember Hester and Gideon Rippley?” she asked, then 32 Wendy MacGown.
Wendy MacGown. “Do you remember Hester and Gideon Rippley?” she asked, then nodded, indicating that he should move forward in line. He glanced over his shoulder and stepped back, his gaze still on her. “Anna Westover,” he said slowly ...
... Rippley. Plump, with joyful blue eyes in a long, plain face, and wearing a simple plaid dress that she'd probably made, Hester Rippley looked the quintessential mom. Her only child, Stephen, a boy any parent would be proud to call son ...