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

girls do

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that,

Mark didn’t leave immediately.

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

thinking of someone to

was his younger

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

thought of Rena, his sister’s daughter

Evans family’s distinguishing

terms of personality though, Mark thought that Cecilia

No.

clumsier

in his own reverie, Mark forgot about

didn’t notice that it had burned out until its ashes fell

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