I was alone but I was happy because I was mad at Daddy for hating my guardian monster and Nanny wouldn’t stop touching me and saying stuff in French that was supposed to be nice, but I didn’t understand.
I wondered if this would finally be the time he’d kiss me. If this would be the kiss I’d been waiting for in one way or another since I was seven-years-old.
“You a teenage girl or the woman who’s all woman I took to my bed last night twice and again this mornin’?” “Both, and you love it, you dirty old man,”
Everything that's wrong with this book in a nutshell