My Ántonia Novels & Stories

she said, raising her glass to her lips and taking a long sip of cashew juice, “but we can’t pretend anything’s happening or that we’re not suffering from this.” “I’ll carry the pain of seeing my daughter imprisoned for murder for the rest of my life, Antonella,” he let out a long sigh, “but we need to move forward. I won’t ruin this family moment by going off to brood in a corner. I’m too old to waste time on that.”