“Looks like it, Jack,” I say, finishing my second pint of Carling.
“A.A. helped, and now Mary promises to stay,” he continues.
“Great! Good for the kids too,” I say thinking of the times he’d hit her in front of them.
“And I have an interview on Tuesday!” he says.
“Way to go!” I say, recalling all the jobs drinking has cost him.
“Yep, it’s a new me!” he says, taking his leave, walking not staggering from the pub for once.
“Loser,” I think, ordering another pint.