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 a small

girls do

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like that, Cecilia

Mark didn’t leave immediately.

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

couldn’t help thinking of someone to whom he’d

was his

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

Rena, his

family’s distinguishing physical features and brown

terms of personality though, Mark thought that

No.

clumsier than

forgot about the lit cigarette he had between

it had burned out until its

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