Henry 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 GodbersenSo this is how life was, she thought with a faint smile: It wore you down until you emerged at its wildest, most unexpected ends.
Anna GodbersenShe had rarely been near Henry since then, and the sight of him now was like a concentrated dose.
Anna GodbersenShe felt so much aware of her own beauty it seemed inconceivable that everybody else wouldn't notice the difference too.
Anna Godbersen