The New Red Riding Hood (English Version) [COMPLETED]

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It was after five o'clock when my mother asked me to bring some cakes that she had prepared to Grandma. What did you prepare? I said. My mother was a hard-line feminist, sociologist, of those who feel battered at the mere mention of the word kitchen. I had as much talent for baking as I did - studying Systems Engineering - poetic sense. Well, she admitted, I bought them in the patisserie. She handed me the box.

The afternoon was overcast so I put on my red cape raincoat. My mother looked at me mockingly. Watch out for the wolf, Little Red Riding Hood, she told me when I left. I looked at her. Let's see if I knew the joke was not the least fun.

"The Wolf" was the new neighbor in front of us and we called him "Wolf". He wore white socks and bicolour shoes like bowling. His torso was lined with bright fabric shirts and complicated fluorescent motifs. He had a gym in the house, which he left open when he exercised for everything "The Forest" - our neighborhood - could admire the leafy musculature.

Naturally my mother and I assumed that he was narco. None of that, the grandmother told us, because of her busy social life, she knew the life of the whole world. "The Wolf" was the potentate of the North Hollywood internet halls: He had more than 25 establishments in the city. Grandmother, of course, thought the individual was a picturesque curiosity who would love her parties and, to my horror, she invented him the next she offered.

From the first moment he put his eyes on me. Every now and then I met them -They were green-Looking at me with a mixture of cynicism and morbidity. Then he made a twisted smile and I turned my face ostentatiously. He never tried to talk to me or get me to dance. Fortunately. The music snatched him and lifted his little fingers and cheered his partner buzzing epa, mami, that, well, like this. He set his sights on me, betting against the walls, from the dance floor, at the corners, while he smoked the smoke from his cigars, while he sipped Whiskey from the glass, while he talked with someone rubbing another in a slow bolero .