The Kiss

*We meet at airports. We meet in cities where we've never been before. We meet where no one will recognize us. A "man of God" is how someone described my father to me. I don 't remember who. Not my mother. I'm young enough that I take the words to mean he has magical properties and that he is good, better than other people. With his hand under my chin, my father draws my face toward his own. He touches his lips to mine. I stiffen. I am frightened by the kiss. I know it wrong, and its wrongness is what lets me know, too, that it is a secret.*

Year

1998

Language

English

Publisher

Bard/Avon Books

Editions

11

Reader rating

2.4 / 5 (5)

Pages

207

ISBN

9780380731473

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