But when Jane told her story to the group, no one said, AA seems like an overreaction, as she imagined they might. She got the same sympathetic nods and knowing winces as everyone else. She now went four times a week. She ran there and back on nice days, sweating on arrival, heart pumping hard. There were moments when Jane thought of how her mother and grandmother once sat in that same room and told stories about their lives that she would never hear. She missed them both. She thought she would do just about anything to have the chance to introduce them to her daughter.
