Chapter 18:Moo’s POV

That sunday morning, I woke for the first time all week with a sense of hopefulness, it’s the way I am...or was.

It was clear and beautiful outside; the bay was shimmering as if it were thrilled, too. And it was the day of my brunch with Fatimah, myconfession to her.

Sunday morning’s I had this place I always went to. My favorite place, I had told Gebriel.

First I drove downtown, to the marina Green, in my tights and jogged in the shadow of the bridge.

Morning like this, I felt infused with everything that was beautiful about living in San Francisco. The brown coast of Marin, the noises of the bay. Even Alcatraz, standing guard.

I ran my usual three-plus miles south on the harbor, then up the two hundred and twelve stone stairs into fort Mason park.

Even with Negli’s I could still do it. This morning it seemed to be letting me free.