Charlie had arrived just as I pulled up from my AA meeting. He was walking in my yard talking on his cellphone. I invited him inside as he hung up.
"How was your meeting?" he asked as we sat down in my den.
"We talked about finding a higher power of our understanding and how important that is to getting sober," I replied.
"Oh, I don't believe in all that metaphysical shit," my friend Charlie told me as he laughed.
I smiled and chuckled as well.
"I use the AA group as a whole as my higher power," I told him. "A collective kind of God."
"Do atheists get sober?" Charlie quipped.
"They do indeed," I replied. "They even have twelve step meetings for agnostics and atheists in big cities like New York."
Charlie just adores Maggie and made a big fuss over her as his attention was swayed. He can't get over how sociable Maggie is these days. She was a very scary dog when I first got her.
I took my medications and was sad to see Charlie leave. I really look up to the man. Me and Maggie watched from the window as his Chevrolet pulled away and down the street. It is about time for bed and Maggie is already curled up in the covers.