Cecilia felt restless once again. She couldn't even lay her hands on her knees decorously.

Mark drove his black sports car speedily on the road.

Around nine o'clock in the evening, they arrived at the Fowler family's house.

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.