A sweet delivery
The doorbell rang while my parents were downstairs watching a loud TV show. I was upstairs, waxing myself. My mom opened the door, called out to me, and it seemed most likely that someone had come to the door for something other than a delivery. I quickly wrapped myself in a robe and went out of my bedroom. A young black man was standing at the door. I didn't intend to go downstairs, knowing I wouldn't need his service. Leaning on the stair frame and looking down at the front door, I told him that we had just done an "upside-down, inside-out" remodeling last year. "You speak Mandarin, right? Y'all Chinese?" The Black guy lifted his head and smiled at me. His teeth were so white, and his dimples were so cute. Gosh, he was an attractive young man. "Yeah!" "I just got this girlfriend from China." "Oh, yeah? You learning Mandarin, too?" I was engaging in the conversation. "Yeah, yeah! I am going to China soon, to Shanghai....