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He put his drink on the coffee table by the window.
Family celebrations were always awkward which is why he avoided them.
Everyone was on tenterhooks so as not to offend or tempt him, taking their spirits out of his reach or worse, sipping their drinks in another room rather than be in his company. That was the problem with a recovering alcoholic.
He’d been sober for thirty two years, ever since Sally had thrown him out. He’d lost everything in a drunken stupor and found himself alone on his ass in the gutter puking up his guts after a binge on cheap beer, wine and whisky. He was arrested for vagrancy and the humiliation was too much.
Not once had he slipped back into his old ways, no matter how depressed or lonely he got. He’d finally learned that the answers to his problems couldn’t be found at the bottom of a bottle and having ridden the merry-go-round of life, now knew its ups and downs as if it was second nature.
Rosy had been a brick. They’d met at AA and she had really turned his life around. He’d been given a second chance at becoming the kind of man he wanted to be when she stood by him and became his mentor. Now he’d been asked to be god parent to her first born.
Putting the baby into his waiting arms, she smiled at him and asked
‘How’s the iced tea?’