Just got a call from my alcoholic friend who has been incommunicado since he's been up in Alaska all summer. It was brief, but he sounded good and sober and normal. I couldn't seem to make conversation with him, and we only talked for a few minutes. I'm not sure if he had limited phone time or if he gave up because I couldn't think of anything to say. I was asking him questions that I had been wondering. And now I feel guilty for not responding the way he wanted me to. Ah, the wonderful cycle.
Must write that letter tomorrow. He can't come back not knowing. I don't know if I can do this.
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