Grace in the 9th
“Dear Ma,” Siobhan typed eagerly, “There is something I must tell you. I have done you harm and”...shit. The Macbook crashed. Was Mercury retrograde, or was it a sign to not make these amends? Restart again. Siobhan sipped tepid black coffee without its usual miasma of Irish whiskey that previously relieved her despair. “No wonder alcoholics relapse, this sucks,” she flippantly muttered to no one. Her sponsor insisted that if she did not continue her steps, she would drink again. Mammy would never forgive her. Siobhan prayed this reboot worked. Click Microsoft Word. File, Save As, Ninth Step.