When Cecily woke up, her apartment was dark.  She could have sworn she left a light on by her chair and her kitchen light on.  In her lap was a flashlight.  She knew Yimmy had been there while she was asleep and turned out everything for the night.  The flashlight was so she could see if she needed to get up and make her way to bed or the bathroom without turning on the lights.  She turned on the flashlight and made her way back to her bedroom, falling into her bed and going back to sleep.

     Yimmy couldn’t sleep.  She tossed and turned most of the night, worried about Cecily and worried about Hans talking to the young girl.  She knew it had to done, but still, she worried.  Would Cecily take it al...

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