Matt and Deb laughed about something at the other end of the room, and Cindy and Hanna sat quietly side by side, each in her own world.
âOkay, time.â Lydia set her coffee on an empty chair beside her. âIf you need me, Iâm here. Otherwise the floor is yours. Who wants to start us?â
Liz raised her hand. âMe, Iâd like to share.â
âOkay, Liz,â Lydia said.
âMy nameâs Liz, and Iâm the daughter of an alcoholic.â She bit her lip.
âHi, Liz,â we said.
âMy father hit bottom. Last night he took off when he was drunk. He didnât come back until this afternoon.â She looked at me. âClaudine helped me get through a hard day. I couldnât have done it without you, Claude.â
âItâs okay,â I said. I was shocked at her honesty, the way she easily spilled her guts to them.
âDad wants to talk to Mom and me when I get home. Iâm not sure what to do or say.â
âJust take it one day at a time, Liz,â Deb said.
âRight. You canât cure him; you can only take care of yourself,â Hanna said.
Liz nodded. âWell, heâs definitely out of the Pleasure Zone now. I canât trust him anymore.â
âPleasure Zone?â Lydia said.
âYeah, the P.Z. Dad used to handle it okay. You know, not too drunk and not too sober. His Pleasure Zone. But now he canât control it. Heâs crashing.â Liz started to tear up. âIt was bad last night; he acted just like a real drunk.â The room grew silent. Except for an occasional sniff from Liz, nobody spoke.
Mom always acted like a real drunk, but Lizâs dad could be smashed and function at the same time. I was always jealous of that. I tried to catch her eye, but she wasnât looking anywhere but at her clipboard, where a pool of tears had collected.
âYou knew it was a myth that alcoholics could control their drinking,â Hanna said. âYou knew it, right?â
âYeah, but like I said, I didnât think he was a real drunk. I guessââ She blew her nose. âI guess I thought he was different. Better.â
Matt let out a dramatic sigh and stretched his legs. âYou mean better dressed.â
Deb laughed and kicked Mattâs boot.
âMatt, that was so low,â Cindy said. She clucked her tongue and shook her head. âLow.â
âWell, yeah, sorry. Iâm just so sick of people not saying what they think. When my old man gets smashed, I just tell him off and leave. When he sobers up, I come back. Simple. You canât do nothinâ about it,â Matt said. âWhyâs everyone so frigginâ polite all the time?â
âIâve never told him what I think about his drinking,â Liz said. âIt wasnât a big deal until this year.â
âI didnât talk with my parents at first either,â Cindy said. âBut youâll find out it can be rewarding to share your feelings. I did with my parents, and we all cried and now we share all the time.â
I stayed as still as possible. I didnât want to be in this conversation.
Matt said, âThatâs a crock. You think thatâs how it works for everybody? We all cry and then have a group hug?â He threw up his hands. âYou realize that you sound excruciatingly superior?â
Cindy looked pale.
He sat on the edge of his seat. âPeople, listen to me. The reality is that you canât trust a drunk with your feelings.â
Lydia cleared her throat. Here it comes, I thought, sheâll take over. But it was just that: throat clearing.
Matt was right about the trust thing, but I wasnât in the sharing mood. I wanted to disappear.
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Friday night was mall night, but Liz announced that she was going to spend it with her family, since her dad was going through a bad time. That was goodâI wanted to spend some time rearranging the kitchen. After
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