Taking Time Off May Mean More Time On

Jim sank into a comfortable chair at the Club House. He had come all the way over, across town, to eat lunch here because he knew, instinctively, that today he needed to be surrounded by A.A. and the gang, but, now that he was here, he wondered why he had come. He was too hot and tired to climb the stairs to the cafeteria, or was that just an excuse because he didn't want to face the gang--the bright cheerful gang--my pals!--phewie! !