When we arrived in Oakland, Dwight headed home to whatever punishment he would receive for running away. I too went home but after peeking into the kitchen window and seeing my family at the dinner table, I decided to postpone facing the consequences until the following day. We had a shed out behind our garage where I made a bed and spent the night. The next morning after I heard my father leave for work, I went into the house to face my stepmother. She was furious and I am not sure to this day if it was because I ran away, or because I came back. If it was the latter, I can now understand, because I am sure in her mind it meant the start of more trouble.