As anyone who has read my stories can affirm, I have no idea where this one is going. If there are any suggestions, they will be gratefully considered.

At first, I almost killed the story because it seemed too dark...like the bad wolf in the Ojibwa legend, and I was afraid to feed it. So I changed directions to feed the good wolf.

Yes, I am lost and rambling. Thanks for noticing.
Ciao,
Papa