4: Guest
“’Take these cakes to your grandmother in the woods,’ said Little Red’s mother. ‘And don’t ever step off the path.’”
It took time, even for the dexterous and the sneaky, to search through a man's backpack with one hand while the other had a gun trained on him. Frank learned this over the course of almost an hour as the man robbing him set about the aforementioned task. They were next to a dirt road; perhaps there were houses nearby that could see what was happening? He wasn't sure, and had no way to find out. Looking down the barrel of what he could only assume was a loaded firearm had a way of altering a person's state of mind marvelously. He no longer thought of Pod or the particulars of how he'd survived the lake, for instance. He also, he was fairly sure, no longer had to go
