Duma Key

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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.