I’m talking on the phone earlier with my father. He’s telling me about a chicken and corn chowder he’s making today. He lists ingredients, quantities, and wonders aloud if he should put in one cup of corn or two…meanwhile my mother is lying on the living room floor. She’s been there two days now. She’d passed out there and couldn’t get up by herself, nor with Dad’s help. We don’t want Dad trying to lift her anyway. She sat up a little this morning and had some ginger ale. But she’s not feeling all that great yet. Alcohol withdrawal will do that.
Oh, and starting today she Is Not Going To Have Any Alcohol Any More Ever Again.
I hear the creaking as we board the cars and the roller coaster gears us up for another ride.
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