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.

around those plushies and

little girls

” ©

teased like that, Cecilia

Mark didn’t leave immediately.

©

Cecilia’s slender figure

thinking of someone

his younger

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her family again before she was gone, a fact that had since become a thorn in Mark’s

of Rena, his sister’s daughter

family’s distinguishing physical

of personality though, Mark thought

No.

clumsier

forgot about the lit cigarette he had between

burned out until its ashes fell on his

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