They reached his house and he drove into the driveway.  She aroused a little more and looked around.  All she could see was car and darkness through blurred eyes.  Her head felt like it might explode and she felt so groggy she could barely lift her head.  No, she couldn’t lift her head.

     “Wwwwwwwhere are wwwwwwwwwe,” Cecily asked, her words slow.

     “It’s fine.  Everything’s fine.  We’re at your apartment.  I’ll help you up the stairs and in.  I’ll even make sure you’re all tucked in.”

     “Okay,” she said, then fell asleep again in the seat.

     Mig knew he wa...

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