Idon'tknowwhattosay.WhenIsawCecilgone,Ifollowedme,asifpossessedbymagic.Ipointedtothekioskonthesecondfloorandsaidtherewassomethingwrong.Cecilmanagedtoopenthekiosk,tookoutadrinkandstoodby,watchingmeopenthecoffeecananddrink.Speakdeeplyfirst.
"Ifyoudrinkcoffeenow,youcan'tsleeptonight."
"Idon'twanttosleep,"Ireplied,wipingmycoffee-stainedmouth.
"Whatifyoudon'tsleep?"Cecil'sbrowfrownedalittle,andIdidn'tcaretoomuch.
"Nothing,justreading."
"Didyoumissit?"
Becauseofyou!
Icouldn'tcontrolhishammer,butIdidn'tknowhowtomakeexcuses,soIwassilent,forsilencewaslikeacceptance,andCecillaughedinhisthroat,raisedhishand,puthisglassesinhismouth,andhemovedtoo.
"CanIhelpyouwithtutoring?Thelibraryclosestooearlytonightandthereisplentyoftime."
"Isn'tthisopen24hoursaday?"Ithinkthereisabigquestionmarkonmyfacenow.