Romancing The Holiday Drink
Among the beautiful people
Old betsy's eyes popped open. "There's just two things you need to remember!" she barked. I jumped in my seat. I'd thought she was asleep. "Old Betsy," as I thought of her, didn't come to many meetings, but when she did, she usually took a half a cup of coffee to her seat and promptly fell asleep.
Sometimes, she tipped precariously in her chair, and I worried she would topple to the floor. Betsy was old, at least eighty-five, maybe more. I have no idea how many years of sobriety she had logged, but it was quality sobriety, that was clear. On occasion, she would startle awake, and...
-- Valerie C.