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3<br />
Dan arrived early at the following Thursday’s We Study Sobriety meeting. If Doctor John had decided<br />
to trash his marriage and possibly his career over a missing seven-hundred-dollar watch (alkies<br />
routinely trashed marriages and careers over far less), someone would have to make the coffee. But<br />
John was there. So was the watch.<br />
This time it was John who initiated the manhug. An extremely hearty one. Dan almost expected to<br />
receive a pair of Gallic kisses on the cheeks before DJ let him go.<br />
“It was right where you said it would be. Ten days, and still there. It’s like a miracle.”<br />
“Nah,” Dan said. “Most people rarely look above their own eyeline. It’s a proven fact.”<br />
“How did you know?”<br />
Dan shook his head. “I can’t explain it. Sometimes I just do.”<br />
“How can I thank you?”<br />
This was the question Dan had been waiting and hoping for. “By working the Twelfth Step,<br />
dummocks.”<br />
John D. raised his eyebrows.<br />
“Anonymity. In words of one syllable, keep ya fuckin mouth shut.”<br />
Understanding broke on John’s face. He grinned. “I can do that.”<br />
“Good. Now make the coffee. I’ll put out the books.”<br />
4<br />
In most New England AA groups, anniversaries are called birthdays and celebrated with a cake and an<br />
after-meeting party. Shortly before Dan was due to celebrate his third year of sobriety in this fashion,<br />
David Stone and Abra’s great-grandmother came to see John Dalton—known in some circles as either<br />
Doctor John or DJ—and invite him to another third birthday party. This was the one the Stones were<br />
throwing for Abra.<br />
“That’s very kind,” John said, “and I’ll be more than happy to drop by if I can. Only why do I feel<br />
there’s a little more to it?”<br />
“Because there is,” Chetta said. “And Mr. Stubborn here has decided that it’s finally time to talk<br />
about it.”<br />
“Is there a problem with Abra? If there is, fill me in. Based on her last checkup, she’s fine.<br />
Fearsomely bright. Social skills terrific. Verbal skills through the roof. Reading, ditto. Last time she<br />
was here she read me Alligators All Around. Probably rote memory, but still remarkable for a child<br />
who’s not yet three. Does Lucy know you’re here?”<br />
“Lucy and Chetta are the ones who ganged up on me,” David said. “Lucy’s home with Abra, making<br />
cupcakes for the party. When I left, the kitchen looked like hell in a high wind.”<br />
“So what are we saying here? That you want me at her party in an observational capacity?”<br />
“That’s right,” Concetta said. “None of us can say for sure that something will happen, but it’s<br />
more likely to when she’s excited, and she’s very excited about her party. All her little pals from<br />
daycare are coming, and there’s going to be a fellow who does magic tricks.”<br />
John opened a desk drawer and took out a yellow legal pad. “What kind of something are you<br />
expecting?”<br />
David hesitated. “That’s . . . hard to say.”<br />
Chetta turned to face him. “Go on, caro. Too late to back out now.” Her tone was light, almost gay,<br />
but John Dalton thought she looked worried. He thought they both did. “Begin with the night she