Long Road Through the Forest

An old woman, not that she thinks of herself that way, sits quietly reading as she has done every evening for years. The night is rainy, dark, but she ignores the weather, as she does most negative scenes, until she hears a knock, a plaintive knock, at her door. Too plaintive to be a threat. A wet, red-headed, dirty teenager stands at her door, the kind of street kid Alicia has crossed the street to avoid on her occasional visits down town. In a few weeks, Alicia will learn about Tarantino,...