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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... wondering how to pacify her this time. Without her, she'd have no friends. Concord High was a noisy, sprawling school, where kids drank wine from lockers, draft-evading teachers claimed to be one's friend and cliques formed in fifth ...
... tip of her tongue, waiting for her to catch. She stared at Karen wondering why she was so eager to obey this girl, her supposed best friend, who didn't really care about her at all. She crumbled 19 The Crystal Fishbowl.
... wondering how it would feel to sleep with a husband. Maybe the man she married would be like Jason Markos, a boy she'd known in Center Harbor, a lifetime ago when she'd lived with Granny. The last time she'd seen him, he'd been walking ...
... wondering if he had a girlfriend. He wore no wedding ring. Her eyelids drooped as she imagined becoming his wife, serving beside him in some quaint country church. Then his tone changed, signaling that he was about to begin the altar ...
... wondering how it would feel to hold him. Since Granny's death, only April had touched her. He held her braid gently, reverently: her throat ached as she turned to face him. She swallowed hard as he leaned closer—hoping, knowing, no ...