The Bookie

Chapter One – The Warning

Lost causes are the ones we pray for the hardest. Throughout Mom’s Alzheimer’s, I prayed every day. A year after her death, I was done praying.

I didn’t need God. I needed a drink.

When I left a Westchester bar stewed, it was 2 a.m. and pouring rain.

Despite the nasty weather, I lowered my passenger window and hoped the howling night air would keep me alert. Through my Buick’s slapping windshield . . .

The Bookie

Chapter One – The Warning

Lost causes are the ones we pray for the hardest. Throughout Mom’s Alzheimer’s, I prayed every day. A year after her death, I was done praying.

I didn’t need God. I needed a drink.

When I left a Westchester bar stewed, it was 2 a.m. and pouring rain.

Despite the nasty weather, I lowered my passenger window and hoped the howling night air would keep me alert. Through my Buick’s slapping windshield . . .