Chapter Eighteen
“If she doesn’t want to join, I don’t think we should force her,” Dean says. The entire room stares at him like he’s an asshole.
“Don’t be silly.” The woman seated beside me shoots him a mean look and then directs her attention back to me. “I’m Pam and just stay and listen.”
“I can’t.” I rush to my feet. “I’m very sorry. It was by accident that I ended up here and I shouldn’t hear the things that are talked about here.”
Pam’s head rears back.
“What do you think this is?” Dean asks, the smile unable to stop playing on his lips. “We could be a swinging group looking for new members.”
I narrow my eyes at him and then look at the instructor.
“This is Alcohol Anonymous?” He nods.
“I’m not an alcoholic.”
The instructor stands. “Can I ask why you’re here then?”
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