by John Picard
“Please order a drink everyone,” Kate said. “I mean it, Chuck. I know how you like your vodka martinis.”
“Are you sure?” Laura said.
“Positive. We talked a lot about social drinking at the Center. A big part of recovery is abstaining around other drinkers. This’ll be good practice.”
“I’ll feel awfully funny if I do,” Laura said.
“I’ll feel awfully funny if you don’t. I’m serious. The house chardonnay is excellent here.”
“Let me just say, Katie,” Chuck said, “that you’re one of the strongest, bravest women I know.”
I could feel some pressure on my right temple. I couldn’t be around Chuck, a car salesman with the personality to match, without a getting a headache.
“Anyway,” Laura said, “you look fantastic. You really do.”
“I lost sixteen pounds. That’s what cutting a thousand liquid calories out of your daily diet will do.” Continue reading
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