Preparing to open the car door, Cecilia felt her legs go weak.

She turned toward Mark and whispered, “Thank you for giving me a ride home, Uncle Mark.

Mark rested his elbow on the window and smoked quietly.

After a while, he threw the cigarette butt away and said in a hoarse voice, “I’m too old for little girls like you.

Cecilia bit her lip and muttered, “I’m 27 years old.

I’m no longer a little girl.

Mark wrapped his long, lean fingers around the steering wheel.

He smiled, a little in an amused way and a little in a mocking way.

carry around those plushies and a small milk bottle

little girls

” ©

teased like that, Cecilia ran

Mark didn’t leave immediately.

©

Cecilia’s slender figure disappear behind the black carved

of someone to

his

©

she didn’t get the chance to see her family again before she was gone, a fact that had since become

Rena, his sister’s

the Evans family’s distinguishing physical

terms of personality though, Mark thought that Cecilia was more

No.

was clumsier than

in his own reverie, Mark forgot about the lit

notice that it had burned out

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