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“You still hitting that?” Casey asked as Dan began to eat his pudding.<br />
“Charming,” Dan said. “Very sensitive and New Age.”<br />
“Thanks. Are you still hitting it?”<br />
“We had a thing that lasted maybe four months, and that was three years ago, Case. Patty’s<br />
engaged to a very nice boy from Grafton.”<br />
“Grafton,” Casey said dismissively. “Pretty views, shit town. She doesn’t act so engaged when<br />
you’re in the house.”<br />
“Casey—”<br />
“No, don’t get me wrong. I’d never advise a pidge of mine to stick his nose—or his dick—into an<br />
ongoing relationship. That’s a terrific setup for a drink. But . . . are you seeing anybody?”<br />
“Is it your business?”<br />
“Happens it is.”<br />
“Not currently. There was a nurse from Rivington House—I told you about her . . .”<br />
“Sarah something.”<br />
“Olson. We talked a little about moving in together, then she got a great job down at Mass<br />
General. We email sometimes.”<br />
“No relationships for the first year, that’s the rule of thumb,” Casey said. “Very few recovering<br />
alkies take it seriously. You did. But Danno . . . it’s time you got regular with somebody.”<br />
“Oh gee, my sponsor just turned into Dr. Phil,” Dan said.<br />
“Is your life better? Better than it was when you showed up here fresh off the bus with your ass<br />
dragging and your eyes bleeding?”<br />
“You know it is. Better than I ever could have imagined.”<br />
“Then think about sharing it with somebody. All I’m saying.”<br />
“I’ll make a note of it. Now can we discuss other things? The Red Sox, maybe?”<br />
“I need to ask you something else as your sponsor first. Then we can just be friends again, having a<br />
coffee.”<br />
“Okay . . .” Dan looked at him warily.<br />
“We’ve never talked much about what you do at the hospice. How you help people.”<br />
“No,” Dan said, “and I’d just as soon keep it that way. You know what they say at the end of every<br />
meeting, right? ‘What you saw here, what you heard here, when you leave here, let it stay here.’ That’s<br />
how I am about the other part of my life.”<br />
“How many parts of your life were affected by your drinking?”<br />
Dan sighed. “You know the answer to that. All of them.”<br />
“So?” And when Dan said nothing: “The Rivington staff calls you Doctor Sleep. Word gets around,<br />
Danno.”<br />
Dan was silent. Some of the pudding was left, and Patty would rag him about it if he didn’t eat it,<br />
but his appetite had flown. He supposed he’d known this conversation had been coming, and he also<br />
knew that, after ten years without a drink (and with a pigeon or two of his own to watch over these<br />
days), Casey would respect his boundaries, but he still didn’t want to have it.<br />
“You help people to die. Not by putting pillows over their faces, or anything, nobody thinks that,<br />
but just by . . . I don’t know. Nobody seems to know.”<br />
“I sit with them, that’s all. Talk to them a little. If it’s what they want.”<br />
“Do you work the Steps, Danno?”<br />
If Dan had believed this was a new conversational tack he would have welcomed it, but he knew it<br />
was not. “You know I do. You’re my sponsor.”<br />
“Yeah, you ask for help in the morning and say thanks at night. You do it on your knees. So that’s<br />
the first three. Four is all that moral inventory shit. How about number five?”