Sex and Taipei City

“Never mind what silly children say. Whatever she said, it’s nonsense.”

The bride dabbed her eye with a tissue and sat upright in the chair. “On the contrary,” she said, “children hear everything. They tell the truth.”

She’s my oldest daughter and I named her after the jasmine flower. Even a flower has more self-esteem than her, letting a man play her like that. I’ve told her so many times to dump him.

She knew it was shallow and probably a sin to be vain at church, like the little girl with red shoes who danced herself to death.