I am shivering and shaking, but I am not cold, and I won’t turn around until I numb my mind and body both. Two weeks since my last drink and I agreed to come for dinner? Why. I can’t remember the last time I wanted to remember a family event. But something about “The Holidays” and “restarting old traditions” convinced me to go back to the house that I grew up in. But what are we restarting? What had we begun.
I stop. I think: I may never cool off and return. I sit down and say cheers: To Tradition.