TROY
"Who is it?" I looked up, shocked, and asked Mandy immediately, and she looked just as startled.
"Is it your mom?" I asked again and pulled the blanket over Mandy. The knocking on the door didn't stop, but Mandy seemed to gather her wits and listen.
"No, it's not my mom's voice," Mandy shook her head, making me feel relieved. It's not that I don't want to meet her parents, but who would want me as a son-in-law seeing us like this?
"Then whose voice is it?" I asked again and kissed her forehead, prompting Mandy to lightly hit my arm, as if scolding me for being too affectionate.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Mandy, sweetheart, daughter..."
"It's Manny," Mandy listened to the voice again and told me before quickly moving out of my embrace and hurriedly putting on clothes, not caring how
