I’m hesitant to write about George in that I might jinx things. I’m afraid I will write he is six days sober and he will run out tonight to a poker game and get drunk. He’s back at work and I asked him over the phone this morning how he handled that.
“I kept reaching in my coat pocket for my flask of whiskey,” he replied. “Thankfully, it wasn’t there.”
I have yet to see him, but he sounds good. Mrs. Florene says he is still shaky in his hands and doesn’t know what to do with himself. He’s watching a lot of bad television.
“Urge him to go to a meeting,” I told her. “He will listen to you. Tell him I will go with him. We will go to a Narcotics Anonymous where there are other black people.”
Mrs. Florene thanked me and said she would try her best. Now, it is time to just wait, help, and hope.