RedI could feel it in the air that night that I would finally be free from my father, the wolf. I knew it with every fiber of my being as I left for Grandmother Fay's house that things were going to be different. My worn out sneakers slapped the bone dust earth in time with my heartbeat as I headed toward the bus station. I had ridden away so many times before in an attempt to escape, but this time things were different. Finally, for once in my life the lamb would not be hunted by the wolf.
Fifteen minutes, then thirty, then a lifetime passed as I waited for the Greyhound to arrive and just as my nerve was about to commit suicide, the bus arrived and the doors screeched open protesting the fact that they had to open for an urchin like myself. As I entered the steel horse, I pulled my tattered red hood over curly auburn locks that were greasy from weeks of neglect and I deeply inhaled. The doors slammed shut just as I took the first step and before I had found my way to the top of the auto