Lydia woke at half past seven to find herself covered in a blanket that was not hers, in a chair she did not remember sleeping in, and Cecilia at the writing desk with the particular stillness of a person who has not moved in several hours and does not intend to explain why.
"You stayed up," Lydia said.
"I sat up," Cecilia said. "There is a distinction."
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