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

” ©

teased like that, Cecilia

Mark didn’t leave immediately.

©

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

of someone

was his

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see her family

thought of Rena, his

inherited the Evans family’s distinguishing physical features and

thought that Cecilia

No.

was clumsier than

his own reverie, Mark forgot about

had burned out until

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