CHAPTER FIVE
A year later, Clair slowed down on the pills and booze, but never to a full halt.
Her reasoning was unclear for the sudden shift, but thought, “Nothing else is working. What could it hurt?”
A friend introduced her to AA and took her to some meetings. To her, it was the dumbest thing in the world, but went along just to shut up her friend.
The few meetings Clair attended, she fidgeted in the chair, played with her hair and mocked its members in her mind.
“Hi, my name is so and so, and I'm an alcoholic.”
Then the typical response.
“Hi, so and so! Glad you're here!”
Her thoughts continued as she played along, only this time, stood up and told them aloud.
“Hi, my name is Clair, and you people are a bunch of idiots!”
There were no chants of, “Hi, Clair,” only silence from
