Cary asked, looking up from his cello. He’d been sitting in the middle of John’s tiny one-bedroom apartment, working on some arpeggios, when John emerged from the bedroom.“I’ll be back after dinner. I told Tom we’d take some time after to shoot the breeze and grab something to eat.”“No problem. I’ll clean up while you’re out. Tell Tom I said hey.”“Will do.” John grabbed his coat from off the hook and was out the front door moments later.It’s good that he likes his sponsor. And Tom will make sure he eats well.Distracted, he decided to straighten up the apartment and finish his practicing later. He’d gotten four solid hours of playing in already and didn’t feel as pressed to do more as he often did by midafternoon.He and John had been living together in the apartment since John had been released from the hospital nearly two weeks before. Cary had hired a cleaning service to come in once a week, but as promised, he had been doing most of the cooking and day-to-day chores as John slowly recovered.He had been pleasantly surprised when John announced he would be attending his first AA meeting the past weekend.
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