That 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 GodbersenThey were all dressed in their finest as though life really were some magical stage play in which every moment ought to be illuminated with its own bright spotlight.
Anna GodbersenShe had rarely been near Henry since then, and the sight of him now was like a concentrated dose.
Anna Godbersen