You love her," Teddy observed quietly. Henry replied with an uncharacteristic lack of irony: "Yes." Teddy's eyes shifted to the plaster interlacing that decorated the ceiling in curlicues. "Lord, you never make it easy, do you." "No.
Anna GodbersenShe was trying to sound tough and impatient, but she knew that vulnerable desire to be wooed was still brimming in her tone.
Anna GodbersenThat is what I want to tell you about: the girls with their short skirts and bright eyes and big-city dreams. The girls of 1929.
Anna GodbersenHer heart the damned thing had begun to race and she only hoped that the rapid inflation and deflation of her chest wasn't visible beneath her fitted bodice.
Anna Godbersen