'No.'
'You should. It's a big help.'
'How?'
'Well, a sponsor's someone you can call anytime, someone you can tell anything to.'
'You have one?'
She nodded. 'I called her after I spoke to you.'
'Why?'
'Because I was nervous. Because it calms me down to talk to her.
Because I wanted to see what she would say.'
'What did she say?'
'That I shouldn't have told you to come over.' She laughed.
'Fortunately, you were already on your way.'
'What else did she say?'
The big gray eyes avoided mine. 'That I shouldn't sleep with you.'
'Why'd she say that?'
'Because it's not a good idea to have relationships during the first year. And because it's a terrible idea to get involved with anybody who's newly sober.'
'Christ,' I said. 'I came over because I was jumping out of my skin, not because I was horny.'
'I know that.'
'Do you do everything your sponsor says?'
'I try to.'
'Who is this woman that she's the voice of God on earth?'
'Just a woman. She's my age, actually she's a year and a half younger. But she's been sober almost six years.'
'Long time.'
'It seems like a long time to me.' She picked up her cup, saw it was empty, put it down again. 'Isn't there someone you could ask to be your sponsor?'
'Is that how it works? You have to ask somebody?'
'That's right.'
'Suppose I asked you?'
She shook her head. 'In the first place, you should get a male sponsor. In the second place, I haven't been sober long enough. In the third place we're friends.'
'A sponsor shouldn't be a friend?'
'Not that kind of friend. An AA friend. In the fourth place, it ought to be somebody in your home group so you have frequent contact.'
I thought unwillingly of Jim. 'There's a guy I talk to sometimes.'
'It's important to pick someone you can talk to.'
'I don't know if I can talk to him. I suppose I could.'
'Do you respect his sobriety?'
'I don't know what that means.'
'Well, do you—'
'This evening I told him I got upset by the stories in the newspapers. All the crime in the streets, the things people keep doing to each other. It gets to me, Jan.'
'I know it does.'
'He told me to quit reading the papers. Why are you laughing?'
'It's just such a program thing to say.'
'People talk the damnedest crap. 'I lost my job and my mother's dying of cancer and I'm going to have to have my nose amputated but I didn't drink today so that makes me a winner.' '
'They really sound like that, don't they?'
'Sometimes. What's so funny?'
' 'I'm going to have my nose amputated.' A nose amputated?'
'Don't laugh,' I said. 'It's a serious problem.'
A little later she was telling me about a member of her home group whose son had been killed by a hit-and-run driver. The man had gone to a meeting and talked about it, drawing strength from the group, and evidently it had
