TWENTY-FOUR
Rachel was in her bedroom folding clothes when she heard a knock at the door. Joe asked to come in and she said yes.
Concern was on Joe's face. That was easy for her to see. "What?" she asked.
"Can we talk? Out here?" he asked motioning toward the neutral area.
"Okay." She stopped folding clothes and walked out of the bedroom.
They settled into chairs on opposite sides of the dining room table. Rachel had her hands folded in her lap and Joe was slouched in the chair. She looked at him to indicate he should start talking. After all, this was his idea.
"Okay, well. This isn't going anywhere, is it?" he asked.
Rachel sat still, not reacting.
"So, you haven't stopped drinking." Rachel shifted positions in annoyance. "You haven't asked for any help. I don't know what to do a
