Little Red Riding Hood was walking home after a long day. The tides of life hadn't precisely drifted her way since she was a young girl. She still had the red hood, but she was, in fact, a grown-ass woman now, and there weren't many prospects on the horizon, so she didn't have much left in the tank. Grandma had left her the house, but the mortgage was in arrears, and creditors were nipping at her ass. She could have inher...