His father ventured into the room, conceding all the more light as the entryway opened the distance. "Why's your window open?" "I was hot," Roman created frantically, attempting to act quiet. In spite of the fact that it appeared to be physically incomprehensible, by one means or another Marisa had still made no clamor. "I was exhausted." His father crossed to the window and watched out. Roman's stomach held with stress. How might his father respond when he saw Marisa out there?