"Annie, get the door!" Annie rolled her eyes as she heard her parents yell to her. Here she was, trying to study, and they were probably sitting in front of the television, watching Jeopardy and downing an entire bottle of wine. She closed her textbook and got up from her bed, padding down the stairs in her socks. A brief glance into the living room confirmed her earlier assumption. She sighed and rolled her eyes again, and looked toward the door. [i]Who would be at their house?[/i] It had already gotten dark, being the beginning of winter, and they didn't know anyone yet. [i]Of course they would make their only daughter aswer the door in the dark to some stranger. They probably wouldn't even help me if someone tried to kill me.[/i]

With a shake of her head, she went to the door and looked through the peephole, only to see the face that she had seen that morning. She found heself smiling. With a deep breath, she opened the door. "Hello," she said to her neighbor with a smile, leaning against the doorframe. She noticed a package in his hands, and than he was holding it carefully, like it didn't belong to him. She realized why he had come over. "Oh! That must be my book that I ordered. Does the name say Annie on it?"