Cressa walked out of the hospital and into the sunlight that nearly blinded her. After a good night’s sleep, a big breakfast, and a cup of joe, she almost felt human again. Or, in her case, half human.
She needed to get to Peter’s Pool Hall, but it was clear on the other side of the Karl River, on the opposite side of the city. She didn’t have cab fare, but she had her feet. And it wasn’t like she hadn’t walked her fair share of miles in the past.
She was somewhat discombobulated. Had this been Saint Jacob’s, the county hospital where indigents like herself were usually transported, she wouldn’t have been more than a mile or two from her destination. “Guess I’ll have to wing it until I can get my mental map in place.”
She took off in search of Ninth Street. She knew it was a few blocks
