“There are four sources of light in this room, can you tell what they are?”

Mormon tour guide @ Cove Fort, UT

Lynn-Marie closed the Big Book and slid it back on the shelf.  She picked up the receiver to check for the tone that signaled there was a voicemail message but no one had called. This was the second appointment that her sponsee had missed.  Kelly insisted that things were going fine with the new guy but Lynn-Marie could always tell when a sponsee was struggling with connecting to a normie.   It wasn’t her business to tell someone they weren’t ready for a relationship.  Kelly had fourteen months of sobriety and was doing great.  But even normie women lose their bearings when they’re getting good love from a bad source.  Lynn-Marie didn’t think all men were bad, and she hadn’t sworn off them entirely.  She’d vowed after the death of her husband that she only needed a man for the things she couldn’t do herself.  If she ever found one that could do all that and be a sensible companion, she’d be happy to walk the aisle again.  But she would choose carefully this time, she knew she was lucky she didn’t serve time when she became a widow.   She picked up the receiver again and dialed Kelly’s cell.