Terrie convinced herself that she should at least take a wash-off, change her shirt and underwear, and get as clean and comfortable as possible before she took a few of the muscle relaxants lovingly and ignorantly provided to her by Mrs. Edwards.
She couldn’t fault the other woman for being so considerate of her pain and handicap, but at the same time, she couldn’t help but think how awful Mrs. Edwards would feel if she found out she was a part of stumbling someone off of their course to sobriety. Sadly, it was something else Terrie couldn’t be bothered with. All of the contemplation was useless because, in the end, this is the way Terrie felt like she’d be able to continue to survive.
The hole she found herself in was too large to get out of alone. And if she wasted another breath tryin
