“There was hope, not much hope, but some, that her husband would change. She dreamed he would stop drinking up his paycheck, stop disappearing for days, for weeks, for months. She dreamed he would stop running around and shaming her,… — Rick Bragg Copy Share Image
“She really was weating Stan's bracelet on her arm, something she had scarcely allowed herself to think about-at least not often; it would be so far in the future, if it happened at all. And now it had happened, months… — Beverly Cleary Copy Share Image
