42. A Little Piece of Peace
As I walked out of the meeting, Tucker amazed me by sticking out his hand. He said nothing, stared off to my left, and shuffled his feet. I shook his hand, knowing this was a close to an apology as he could manage. I still wanted to say ‘told you so,’ but my relief outweighed my anger. He shuffled away and gratitude replaced relief.
“No more stupid arguments, old man,” I said to myself when he was out of earshot. “And I did tell you so.”
Today I will be grateful for anybody with whom I’ve made peace.
Sober Not Somber © 2015 by Ken Montrose
(Just a reminder: Sober Not Somber is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone you might know is purely coincidental.)