He’d kissed her on the lips like he was Mr. Passion when he came in the door; she had to bend back awkwardly and steady herself on the island. It looked painful for her neck. I said so afterward, and he laughed. He said that he was a good kisser, and lots of women told him so. “It looked more like suction than a kiss,” I said. Laurene raised her eyebrows and nodded at me, in agreement, behind his back.
