Chapter 7Cara was tired.
Cara was cold.
Her feet ached.
And she’d decided, as a first step, to think of herself as she and her name was Cara.
It was a big step, but one on which she couldn’t dwell. It had taken her a lifetime to get here.
Blame her inattention on the Chicago winter and a very long walk along Lake Michigan from her condo in Evanston to the bustling northside Chicago neighborhood known as Andersonville. Once upon a time, the area was home to a large Swedish population (the Swedish American museum continued to support this heritage). Now, it was a residential and commercial hub for a large l***q population. Many gay bars had sprung up over the years along busy Clark Street. Some even said the bar scene in Andersonville gave Boystown, along Halsted, a real run for its mon
