Her lips touched my cheek, and then we kissed. I suddenly discovered that Norman farm girls have a real good flavor that almost makes demon-hunting worthwhile.
I said quietly, “I thought French people kissed each other on the cheeks.”
She looked at me closely and said, “That’s only when they’re handing out medals.”
“Isn’t that what you’re doing now?”
I said quietly, “I thought French people kissed each other on the cheeks.”
She looked at me closely and said, “That’s only when they’re handing out medals.”
“Isn’t that what you’re doing now?”
— The Devils of D-Day, by Graham Masterton
