Ma, Jackser's Dyin Alone - Book 7 - Martha Long

I step in through the heavy doors of the old city hospital and plunge back in time. Jaysus, the sounds, smells, peeling paint! Nothing's changed here since I first used this place as a homeless sixteen year old. Now, the creep who put me there, somewhere down along these ancient passages he is lying shivering and shaking in a bed of pain. Well, he'd better be! Or by jaysus I will personally do the job meself. Oh yes, Jackser, ye bandy little bastard, I'm coming te get me pound of flesh. The wheel of time has turned full circle. Every dog has his day! Now it's my turn. I'm back, a woman of the world, smartly dressed, with a big car waiting outside and a home to go back to. I will have a hooley on his grave. Oh gawd yes! Drink, dance and spit on it. I make me way slowly down the passages, humming a tune, a feeling of such pleasure hitting me, it's nearly painful. Oh my gawd, life is a bowl of cherries! How can ye get te be this happy?