RED MOON: The Breaking Of The Lycanthrope Curse

ave to speak to me." 'Till then I guess.' I had decided to be mute throughout the journey to New Orleans, not to get the worst out of my dad, or play a pity party, but because I wa

from the back of the car seat. Nanny Tabbs was the only one who always reminded me I was Italian each time she spoke to Dad. She had become a major part of the family after Mom's death, occupying the office of a mother to both I and Dad, and a cook. I sat still, hoping to be quiet for a few more hours but got retracted by the ticking and tapping sound of our car almost coming to a halt. "You have got be to kidding me," Dad said under his breath. "What's going on?" The first words that whistled out of my mouth since we left home and zoomed off on our way to a land full of uncertainties. "What's the problem?" "I think we ran out of fuel," he said. "What!?" I screeched. We wer

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bell, signaling me to also extend my appreciation. "Grazie Signore," I said. He raised his cap as a sign of a cordial relationship "Safe travels my people." "You too my friend, Thank you." Dad stood as he watched his savior zoom off in his truck. The next few hours in the car were quiet, except for Nanny Tabbs who hummed a lullaby mom used to sing to me when I was a baby while knitting her apron. "Baby baby don't cry, don't you know there's someone who loves you and watches over you" "Baby baby don't cry, you are more beautiful when you smile " As the song continued, I wondered what my new home looked like, I wondered what Clara and Lucy were doing right now, did they miss me? Did Kelvin finally ask Brenda to prom? Did Josh ever think of me the way I thought of him? "We are here!!" Dad finally said after hours of a long silence in the car. The house was much bigger than the old one, and the neighborhood was quiet. We got out of the car and started offloading the luggage. I had taken quite a lot for someone who didn't want to resettle in another country. I could tell from the inside that there was a lot of work to be done. The wooden doors that led to several rooms were all broken, and pieces of paper and rags wer