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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... asked, and then nodded sadly. There was sympathy in her expression and resignation. So it was true. Granny was going to die. She sprinted out the door, wanting to cry. But crying would do no good. She'd learned that the hard way, living ...
... asked, moving along with her past a pet store and a filling station. “Grocery shopping,” she said. “Granny's at the doctors.” She shot him a significant look. “Is she okay?” he asked, his eyes narrowing. She shook her head, and winced ...
... asked, holding her away, her face bright with excitement. Like Anna, she wore faded shorts, a bright halter-top and worn flip-flops. She had black curly hair, like her brother, and his bright blue eyes. “Why? What's going on?” Anna asked ...
... asked. “My grandmother's not feeling well. I don't dare leave her right now.” She closed her eyes. She was being a coward. “What's wrong?” he asked. “Did you find out?” “She's not telling,” she said, and crossed her fingers. On the way ...
... asked. “Maybe we can see a movie, or go for an ice cream or something.” “I'm so sorry, Jason, but I can't,” she said, thinking of the gentle lecture her grandmother had given her on the ride home. There was no one on earth she trusted ...