Ain't She Sweet? [antikvár]

7 am afraid," confessed Pen, "that I am not very well-behaved. Aunt says that I had a lamentable upbrin?in?.Georgette HEYER, The Corinthianhe wild child of Parrish, Mississippi, had come back to the town she'd left behind forever. Sugar Beth Carey gazed from the rain-slicked windshield to the horrible dog who lay beside her on the passenger seat."I know what you're thinking, Gordon, so go ahead and say it. How the mighty have fallen, right?" She gave a bitter laugh. "Well, screw you. Just ." She blinked her eyes against a sting of tears. "Just . screw you."Gordon lifted his head and sneered at her. He thought she was trash."Not me, pal." She turned up the heater on her ancient Volvo against the chill of the late February day. "Griffin and Diddie Carey ruled this town, and I was their princess. The girl most likely to set the world on fire."She heard an imaginary howl of basset hound laughter.Like the row of tin-roofed houses she'd just passed, Sugar Beth had grown a little shabby at the edges. The long blond hair that swiried to her shoulders didn't gleam as brightly as