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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Krizzel" data-source="post: 681182" data-attributes="member: 9062">Monday, 2:25 pmTran apartment, West SideBesides a couple of minor auto accidents, the rest of the day was boring for Linh – which was good for the citizens of Windy City, of course.  With her shift over at two, there was time in the afternoon and evening for a little relaxing before it was time to rest and be in at 5am the next morning.Linh’s apartment was in a nicer area of the west side, a neighborhood with an almost small-town atmosphere.  The building itself was an old, two-story red brick house that had been renovated and separated into about ten apartments, from Linh’s studio on up to a couple of two bedrooms.  It was small, but pretty nice, and all she could afford on her EMT’s salary.Mike and a couple of the other EMTs were going out for food and pool around six and had invited Linh along, but that still left the afternoon for her to do with as she pleased.  There was always the Windy City Vietnamese Association – they met on Mondays and Thursdays.  Her father had found it on the internet and kept bringing it up as a suggestion every time he called.  Or there was the Egypt exhibit at the Natural History museum this month.  Or shopping, a lecture at the university, or perhaps something else entirely…</blockquote>