Favorite Excerpt
I hugged her again. "Go on. Check in. Buy magazines. Watch CNN. Fly well."
"All right, Daddy. It was amazing."
"You're amazing."
She gave me a hearty smack on the mouth--to make up for the one her mother had held back on, perhaps--and went in through the sliding doors. She turned back once and waved to me, by then little more than a girl-shape behind the polarized glass. I wish with all my heart that I could have seen her better, because I never saw her again.