Rachel. My muse, my boss, and my taskmistress. She dragged my ass all over Goose Island, wandering up and down every street twice – but not the Division Street bridge (because that went off the island, see). When I finally did go across the bridge she looked at me, puzzled. “Did you just go over this bridge so you could see where it went?”
Duh. The map might be wrong.
I LOFF MAH WRAY WRAY!