Instead, he sat in the parlor of his family's Fifth Avenue mansion, growing older by the minute just like everybody else.
Anna GodbersenHenry shook his head, 'I was drunk,' he said, trying to sound both ashamed and firm in this belief. He remembered the rosebush incident very clearly, of course, but he knew that sneaking into the bedroom window of his fiancee's little sister wasn't something he wanted to explain to his father. Sometimes, Henry reflected, being taken for a perpetual drunk was sort of convenient.
Anna GodbersenShe was full of some strange energy that morning. Her every movement had purpose and life and she seemed to find satisfaction in every little thing.
Anna GodbersenGood girls hold their heads high by daylight, Their grace and their virtue soaring with kites, While bad girls slink along in their shame- Everyone stares at them, everyone blames. But those bad girls sleep soundly at night, Ne'er do their consciences wake them in a fright, While our good girls toss and they turn- They lay awake for those who will burn.
Anna Godbersen