37 WinnieWhen the one-hour session of Winnie’s Alcoholics Anonymous group ended on Friday afternoon, she stayed for the business meeting that followed. She and her sponsor snugged their plastic chairs closer to the six other attendees and shared a photocopy of the agenda.
With fewer bodies in the church fellowship hall, the room temperature dropped to a more comfortable seventy-two degrees. The smell of stewed coffee odor overpowered the dwindling odors of cologne and perspiration.
She sensed the mood lighten. Like okay, hold the personal stories, time to take care of business.
By four o’clock, they’d ticked off every item on the agenda, which included putting Winnie in charge of opening the hall, arranging the chairs, and making coffee for the next four Monday afternoon sessions.
She
