Sherry Smiles will now be my name at my new school. Mom and I must still hide from our pursuers. Now, it will be more difficult to catch us as Mom, too, has changed her name. I stumble along the asphalt and gravel roads towards the main road. It is dark and I am frightened. The air is fresh, cold and the darkness is all encompassing. I find the main road and wait for the public bus to my 6th grade class in Kettering, Ohio. The cold and dark are oppressive. My large, ratty, raccoon coat is heavy. At last a light haze peeks over the road on the nearby hill. A bus with the Xenia banner slows...