She looked at herself in the mirror, touched her fingertips to the little red hood on her head, and laughed. The dress was a real dirndl, with a short skirt and apron. Papa had plaited her hair into two braids, and she really looked exactly like Little Red Riding Hood in her fairy-tale book. He always brought presents--it was a secret that she and Papa shared, because he never brought anything for the others. Only for her. She was his favorite. The...