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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... church. If Anna hadn't witnessed her decline, she'd say the sweet old thing was raring to go, her short gray hair as thick as ever, every item on her spare frame pressed or polished, making her look like a model in one of those senior's ...
... Church, Concord, New Hampshire. She seemed oblivious to the attention. “Snow Camp,” Anna whispered, ignoring the stares and the frozen way people acted around her, as if she were someone special. It didn't matter how she looked, or at ...
... church. He and another boy were unloading bags, luggage and an assortment of crates. Smiling, she headed toward them, her cares evaporating. Rob wouldn't be worrying about her. “What's the hurry?” she asked, coming up beside Karen. “No ...
... church service. She could still see Maryjean coming at her with fury in her eyes. Her arms had been black and blue for weeks. “No bad reports back to the parents,” she said, careful to sound neutral. She watched Karen out of the corner ...
... church service, the day before Maryjean had sent her away. She remembered those dark eyes burning into hers. He'd spoken to her as if she were an adult. Lost in thought, she spread jam on her toast, took a small bite, then dropped the ...