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.

and a small milk bottle with

little girls

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teased like that,

Mark didn’t leave immediately.

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and smoked, watching Cecilia’s slender figure disappear behind the black carved

thinking of someone to whom

was his younger

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to see her family again before

thought of Rena, his

inherited the Evans family’s distinguishing

terms of personality though, Mark thought that

No.

clumsier

in his own reverie, Mark forgot about the lit

had burned out until

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