“If you want the full story, you’ll have to ask him. He’ll tell you. But… the short version is that he got drunk one night, him and his girlfriend, and they left the bar together in his car. They crashed. He survived and she didn’t.”
“That’s horrible,” Julie answered.
“He’s never forgiven himself. He spent a lot of years in jail, a lot more years in rehab, even more in support groups, and even more than that leading them. He’s a good man wracked by the guilt of what he did when he was young. Don’t hold it against him.”
“I won’t,” she promised. “I should talk to him sometime.”
“Yeah,” he said. “So, you think it’s helping? Group?”
She shrugged and said, “I don’t know. I guess. Some days I don’t want to get out of bed. Some days I don’t get out of bed except to come here. S
