Copycat. Erica Spindler

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      She had realized, too, she needed the support and understanding of fellow alcoholics. They had become a kind of surrogate family. They were privy to her most secret thoughts and feelings, the demons that chased her and the longings of her heart.

      She had become particularly close to three of her fellow AA members: Wally, an unemployed machine-shop supervisor who lost his job and two fingers because of drinking on the job; Sandy, a homemaker whose kids had been taken away because of her drinking; Danny, the youngest of them, who had woken up to his problem after an auto accident in which his best friend was killed. Danny had been the one behind the wheel.

      They’d grown close because of the alcoholism—and because they understood loss.

      “Hello, love,” Danny said, taking the seat next to hers and sending her a goofy, lopsided grin.

      She returned the smile. “You’re chipper tonight.”

      “Life is good.”

      “Must’ve gotten lucky,” Wally said from her other side.

      “Been sober one year tonight.”

      Sandy squeezed his hand. “Way to go.”

      They chatted quietly while they waited for the meeting to begin. Sandy, it turned out, had had a positive meeting with her lawyer about establishing visitation time with her kids and Wally had gotten a job.

      As the group leader opened the meeting, Danny leaned toward her. “Want to get a cup of coffee after?”

      “Sure. What’s up?”

      “Saw you on the news. Thought we should talk about it.”

      From the tone of his voice, she knew he was concerned. Stand in line, my friend.

      They didn’t speak about it again until they were sitting across from each other in a booth at a local eatery called Aunt Mary’s.

      “I’m worried about you taking on that case, Kitt. You sure you’re ready?”

      “Boy, that question’s getting old.”

      “Maybe you should consider that people have a legitimate reason for asking it.” He leaned forward. “You know what your triggers are, Kitt. Don’t put yourself in that position.”

       The pressure to perform. Being under the microscope. Stress. Despair. Hopelessness.

      “The anniversary of Sadie’s death is coming up,” she said.

      “I know, Kitt. And that’s exactly my point. You’re not ready for this.”

      She stared into her cup of coffee a moment. “I have to do this, Danny. I can’t explain all the reasons—”

      He reached across the table and covered her hand with his. “You don’t have to. I know them.”

      She gazed at their joined hands, suddenly uncomfortable.

      Carefully, she slid her hand from under his. “It’s more than my personal reasons. I can’t discuss it, but it has to be me.”

      He was silent a moment, then nodded. “Okay. Just know I’m here for you.”

      He had been. They’d joined AA around the same time and had been through a lot together. She liked him. Counted on calling him friend.

      He’d made it no secret that he would like to deepen their relationship. But she cherished his friendship too much to take a chance on a romance between them. Besides, at twelve years her junior, she felt like she’d be robbing the cradle.

      “Joe’s getting remarried.”

      Danny paused, a forkful of apple pie halfway to his mouth. “I’m sorry.”

      “It hit me hard. But I should be happy for him. He deserves happiness.”

      “Screw that.” Danny set his fork down and leaned forward. “Wallow.”

      She smiled at her friend. “I tell myself life goes on. It should go on. That I need to let go.”

      “Let go,” he said softly. “You deserve happiness, too.”

      “With a younger man.”

      Her tone was teasing. The expression in his eyes was anything but. “You know how I feel. Give us a chance.” He caught her hands. “Let the past go. Allow yourself to have a future.”

      A lump formed in her throat. Her eyes burned. He was right, dammit. What was stopping her? Sadie was gone, five years now; Joe was moving on.

      “I care about you, Kitt. I know who you are. I like you. Strong. Vulnerable. Stubborn and forgiving. We’ve lived through the same struggles. We understand each other. We would be good together.”

      “You’re too young for me.”

      He tightened his fingers. “Biological years mean nothing. I’m an old soul.”

      She hesitated; he pressed his point. “If our ages were reversed, you’d think nothing of it.”

      That was true. An age-old double standard.

      Maybe she should let go. Live a little.

      “I don’t want to lose your friendship,” she said. “It’s too important to me.”

      “You won’t. I promise. Will you at least think about it?”

      “Let me get this case behind me,” she said, meaning it, “and I will.”

      Later, as she stood at the bathroom vanity in her panties and a T-shirt, she thought about that promise. Dating Danny. Dating leading to sex. Wasn’t that the natural progression of things?

      The thought flustered her. She’d never been with anyone but Joe. They’d been high school sweethearts. Married at twenty. Divorced at forty-five.

      This was the first time since the divorce she’d even thought about it. She’d had neither the time nor the energy; hell, for the past year, she’d been in a fight to save her own life.

      She had written in her journal faithfully since her therapist urged her to give it a try. It had taken a number of resentful, self-conscious attempts, but the entries had become a vehicle to pour out her anger, fear and grief. And eventually, hope.

      Would a future entry read: Went to dinner with Danny. Afterward, I invited him inside to spend the night.

       Good God.

      She worked to shake off how the thought made her feel. No doubt Joe and his fiancée were … intimate.

      Was Valerie younger than Joe? Probably. Ten years? It didn’t seem Joe’s style, but lots of guys did it. Why not?

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