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sixty-five years or so since the Big Book’s original publication, no one had ever added a chapter called<br />
“To Husbands.”<br />
When Gemma T.—a thirtysomething whose only two emotional settings seemed to be Angry and<br />
Profoundly Pissed Off—raised her hand on that particular night, Dan had expected a fem-lib tirade.<br />
Instead she said, much more quietly than usual, “I need to share something. I’ve been holding onto it<br />
ever since I was seventeen, and unless I let go, I’ll never be able to stay away from coke and wine.”<br />
The group waited.<br />
“I hit a man with my car when I was coming home drunk from a party,” Gemma said. “This was<br />
back in Somerville. I left him lying by the side of the road. I didn’t know if he was dead or alive. I<br />
still don’t. I waited for the cops to come and arrest me, but they never did. I got away with it.”<br />
She had laughed at this the way people do when the joke’s an especially good one, then put her head<br />
down on the table and burst into sobs so deep that they shook her rail-thin body. It had been Dan’s<br />
first experience with how terrifying “honesty in all our affairs” could be when it was actually put into<br />
practice. He thought, as he still did every so often, of how he had stripped Deenie’s wallet of cash, and<br />
how the little boy had reached for the cocaine on the coffee table. He was a little in awe of Gemma,<br />
but that much raw honesty wasn’t in him. If it came down to a choice between telling that story and<br />
taking a drink . . .<br />
I’d take the drink. No question.<br />
2<br />
Tonight the reading was “Gutter Bravado,” one of the stories from the section of the Big Book<br />
cheerily titled “They Lost Nearly All.” The tale followed a pattern with which Dan had become<br />
familiar: good family, church on Sundays, first drink, first binge, business success spoiled by booze,<br />
escalating lies, first arrest, broken promises to reform, institutionalization, and the final happy<br />
ending. All the stories in the Big Book had happy endings. That was part of its charm.<br />
It was a cold night but overwarm inside, and Dan was edging into a doze when Doctor John raised<br />
his hand and said, “I’ve been lying to my wife about something, and I don’t know how to stop.”<br />
That woke Dan up. He liked DJ a lot.<br />
It turned out that John’s wife had given him a watch for Christmas, quite an expensive one, and<br />
when she had asked him a couple of nights ago why he wasn’t wearing it, John said he’d left it at the<br />
office.<br />
“Only it’s not there. I looked everywhere, and it’s just not. I do a lot of hospital rounds, and if I<br />
have to change into scrubs, I use one of the lockers in the doctors’ lounge. There are combo locks, but<br />
I hardly ever use them, because I don’t carry much cash and I don’t have anything else worth stealing.<br />
Except for the watch, I guess. I can’t remember taking it off and leaving it in a locker—not at CNH<br />
or over in Bridgton—but I think I must have. It’s not the expense. It just brings back a lot of the old<br />
stuff from the days when I was drinking myself stupid every night and chipping speed the next<br />
morning to get going.”<br />
There were nodding heads at this, followed by similar stories of guilt-driven deceit. No one gave<br />
advice; that was called “crosstalk,” and frowned on. They simply told their tales. John listened with<br />
his head down and his hands clasped between his knees. After the basket was passed (“We are selfsupporting<br />
through our own contributions”), he thanked everyone for their input. From the look of<br />
him, Dan didn’t think said input had helped a whole hell of a lot.<br />
After the Lord’s Prayer, Dan put away the leftover cookies and stacked the group’s tattered Big<br />
Books in the cabinet marked FOR AA USE. A few people were still hanging around the butt-can