My father nodded. His nod was for me. Different. But not different at all. My father understood. Maybe he had known. Maybe he hadn’t. It didn’t matter anymore. He understood. I knew he understood, just...

Like the line of love, I thought. Once crossed you can’t go back. Like the line between past and future. Or maybe really the line between past and now. The now my father spoke of....

He stopped walking. I stopped walking. He moved his face to mine. I stayed there. He put his mouth on mine, soft. We kissed like that, lips on lips, and I could feel the softness...