Chapter 3Russel was pacing back and forth in front of the computer, instead of sitting down behind it to work on his angel project. With a deep breath, he did make it to the chair, but instead of looking at the screen where his work was, he flipped over to the Narcotics Anonymous support page on f*******:.
“Hey, Lenster.” Once up in Russel’s lap, the kitty would follow the floating cursor across the screen a while, before settling in to groom and then sleep.
The NA group page was set to private. It was a lifesaver—and that wasn’t an overstatement—when regular meetings weren’t readily available during the pandemic. The odd benefit of isolating was people whose paths otherwise likely never would have crossed were suddenly brought together online. Russel had the same thought as Finn.
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