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morning James. I thought I'd stop in on my way to work so I could thank you for yesterday. You knew exactly what to do."
                  "I'm an EFR, if I didn't do it right, I'd be worried," James said laughing. "Com'on in."
                  "I can't stay long, I have to get to work."
                  "Okay, have you had breakfast yet?"
                  "Yes." Standing closer to him made Ellen realize he smelled like alcohol. She glanced past him and saw beer bottles on the kitchen table. "James, why are you drinking?"
                  "It was a rough night and I haven't had any sleep yet."
                  "So you’re going to get drunk instead?"
                  "I'm not drunk, I just need a couple of beers to take the edge off so I can sleep."
                  "That makes a lot of sense," Ellen said sarcastically.
                  "Ellen, a mom and little girl died in a car wreck last night because a drunk decided to go out on the road. You don't need to tell me about drinking."
                  Ellen watched his eyes get very dark and backed away from him. "I'm leaving James. You're freaking me out."
                  His eyes softened. "I'm sorry, it’s okay. I’m fine."
                  “I don’t like seeing people drink.”
                  “I didn’t say you had to stay and watch.” She’d obviously touched a nerve with him.
                  "Just go to sleep James. I don't want to see you like this. It's wrong."
                  “Okay so I had a couple of drinks. What’s the big deal?”
                  “I don’t like being around alcohol.”
    "Then rain the hellfire and brimstone on me. I don't really care."
                  "That's your problem. You don't care. You can't just cruise through life not caring about anything."
                  "I care Ellen. About a lot of things. I wouldn't be a firefighter if I didn't care."
                  "I mean about God."
                  "Whatever. I know the Bible Ellen. And I know that Paul told Timothy to take some wine for his stomach. That's all I'm doing."
                  "You're lying to yourself, but I guess that's your choice. Goodbye James." She spun around and stormed down the walk without a further word.
     
                  James sighed as he leaned against the doorframe, watching her leave. She was probably right.
                  He went into the kitchen and cleared the empty bottles off the table. He almost got out another, then changed his mind. Maybe he'd try sleeping again.
     
                  “Is something the matter dear?”
                  Ellen had come in to help Anna get dressed and the older woman had noticed she was depressed. “I’m just thinking about something.”
                  “Would it help to talk about it?” Anna patted the edge of her bed and Ellen sat down gratefully.
                  “Does James drink often?”
                  “More than I’d like.”
                  “Is there something we can do?”
                  “Not really. He has to decide to come back to God before he can stop. And it’s not as bad as you might think, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen him intoxicated, it’s more of a social thing.”
                  “I don’t drink. My mother used to, and it always ended badly. So I don’t.”
                  “That’s good. Did your mother take you to church?”
                  “Yes, we went to mass pretty much every week. I still try to go. I want to be a good Catholic.”
                  Anna smiled. “I’m not going to discount your faith, but being Catholic isn’t the only thing that