The sun was setting and it was drizzling. Maggie was on her leash and we had just stopped at a stop sign to read the neighborhood canine news. A few hundred more yards and we would be at Mrs. Florene’s house. I walked down with my “wife” and could see Mrs. Florene in the brightly lit kitchen window most likely washing the dishes after supper. I knocked on the door and she welcomed us both inside.
“I’m here to see my sober buddy,” I told her grinning feverishly and excitedly.
“He’s in the den watching TV. Go on back and see him,” Mrs. Florene replied smiling, glad I had come.
George immediately stood up grinning upon seeing me walk in the room. He shook my hand vigorously.
“How are you?” I asked eyeing him carefully.
His color looked so good and that yellowish pall his eyes always had when he was drinking heavy was gone.
“Great!” George replied convincingly.
Mrs. Florene walked in with left over bacon from breakfast for Maggie. Maggie hungrily ate such a treat as her tail wagged wildly. This was her family too, and she just adores George. She was making herself at home.
I didn’t stay long. I mainly wanted to see George face to face. I knew I could tell if he was sober or not. As I was walking out the door with Maggie, Mrs. Florene hugged me firmly saying, “Thank you! You made his night.” George told me he would be over in the morning after work and was bringing a case of regular cokes. We are going to watch terrible television and have a party of sorts; a sober party. I can’t wait until the morning and to spend some time with my friend.