Sixteen-year-old Helena shoots from the hip and looks for love at the end of the world as we know it. A RITE OF PASSAGE HAS NEVER LOOKED THIS RIOTOUS. The provincial world is a tough nut to crack. Just like the green husk on the freshly fallen walnuts, it leaves an indelible stain on anything it touches. Helena wishes this stain would go away, so she could finally embark on the quest for freedom, whatever that’s supposed to mean. All she knows right now is that there must be more to life than kicking up the small-town dust and getting in trouble for it. This town is no place for a girl like Helena. She gets that, and so does Baba Lepa, the all-seeing eye with mythical origin and detached perspective on human affairs. With the Gods looking the other way, and her world about to become the wrong kind of war zone, Helena makes one last wish, then puts a match to it and watches it burn.