Best Of Margaret Atwood นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Adrian's response was muffled, but I heard him, not defending me, not telling his mother she was wrong to speak about me that way, but asking something low, something that sounded almost like curiosity. "You really think that's possible?" His voice, full of something that sounded like hope. The hallway tilted around me. Possible. What was possible? What option was Margaret suggesting that made Adrian sound like he was considering something unthinkable? I pressed my ear closer to the door, my pulse thundering in my ears, and heard Margaret's next words, each one a hammer strike against everything I thought I had built with him. "There are ways, darling. Beautiful, desperate women who would gi

My untouched food grew cold on my plate. Brett said nothing to defend me. As we prepared to leave, Margaret approached me in the ladies' room. I was washing my hands, trying to avoid looking at my reflection in the ornate mirror. "You know this won't last," she said, touching up her red lipstick. "He'll get bored with you soon enough. They always do." I dried my hands slowly, not wanting to turn around. "Who's 'they'?" "Men like Brett." Margaret capped her lipstick and turned to face me, leaning against the marble counter. "You're not the first desperate woman he's rescued. You won't be the last."

And they have enough to handle tonight without losing themselves in bygone misery. “But she was a crafty Doe,” the Bard continues as the music fades, a seamless transition. Margot grins and waggles a finger back and forth before Mahl’s face, skittering back out of his grasp. The crowd laughs, Mahl amongst them. Auden just watches, careful. “For she would take no Stag that did not deserve her heart.” “I will give myself only to the best,” Margot says, her voice carrying loud and playful over the crowd. “The strongest –“